Whatever little bubble Gus had been in the past few minutes popped. Fix things? How could they fix things when the wedge they’d forced between them had been there for a decade and every bridge they attempted to build across it broke when they each put one foot on it? Basil pressed his forehead against his and the redhead sighed. He felt a little lighter as he finally stepped back, although concern etched across his face as he stepped forward, placing his hand against Basil’s back. He hated seeing him in pain and especially hated that he was the one who was causing it.
The brunette took a seat and Gus kneeled down in front of him, taking his face in his hands. He attempted a smile in an attempt to avoid the conversation of what had happened between them altogether. It was a memory even he wished he couldn’t recall, yet if he touched it he could recollect every detail of it. The pain that he’d felt parting from Basil had never left him, just masked and pushed in a place where he could better manage it. Gus wasn’t one to dwell on the negative; he hated facing the negative and that was why he hated facing the consequences of his own actions.
Now, staring at Basil, he didn’t have a choice. His loss of memories was a consequence and he had no choice but to face it head on. Leaning back on his heels, Gus heaved a loud sigh before he sat backward onto his butt, crossing his legs. There he played with the hem of his pants. “I… well, I told you something and you told me it was impossible.” Then he paused and blinked a couple times. Since when had he accepted anything was impossible? At seventeen he had less self-preservation than he did now (which was how he wound up trapped in a tomb some odd years ago on a dare that he couldn’t jump over a ledge. He couldn’t, and well, tombs didn’t exactly allow for apparition), and if he thought he could do anything then why the hell was he thinking he couldn’t now?
(Couldn’t be a professor. Couldn’t pick up where he left over. Couldn’t face mam or da or Fig. Couldn’t stand the idea of society. Couldn’t, couldn’t couldn’t.)
Gus Lissington defied the impossible.
He glanced at Basil with a slight shrug. “I guess I just need you to see it’s not impossible, but I don’t know how. But that’s for you to figure out, Foxwood. I’m not good at science and facts and there’s not a single shred of proof I can give you to show you I’m right.” Gus laughed quietly and shook his head. The words still stung and perhaps a tiny part of him did believe it was impossible for him to love another man; whatever he felt for Basil was a mere infatuation and not love. Basil had science and Gus had emotions. “I think you need to go to the infirmary. Maybe Ms. White can better assist in reversing the spell.” The words tumbled out of his mouth hastily. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore.
The brunette took a seat and Gus kneeled down in front of him, taking his face in his hands. He attempted a smile in an attempt to avoid the conversation of what had happened between them altogether. It was a memory even he wished he couldn’t recall, yet if he touched it he could recollect every detail of it. The pain that he’d felt parting from Basil had never left him, just masked and pushed in a place where he could better manage it. Gus wasn’t one to dwell on the negative; he hated facing the negative and that was why he hated facing the consequences of his own actions.
Now, staring at Basil, he didn’t have a choice. His loss of memories was a consequence and he had no choice but to face it head on. Leaning back on his heels, Gus heaved a loud sigh before he sat backward onto his butt, crossing his legs. There he played with the hem of his pants. “I… well, I told you something and you told me it was impossible.” Then he paused and blinked a couple times. Since when had he accepted anything was impossible? At seventeen he had less self-preservation than he did now (which was how he wound up trapped in a tomb some odd years ago on a dare that he couldn’t jump over a ledge. He couldn’t, and well, tombs didn’t exactly allow for apparition), and if he thought he could do anything then why the hell was he thinking he couldn’t now?
(Couldn’t be a professor. Couldn’t pick up where he left over. Couldn’t face mam or da or Fig. Couldn’t stand the idea of society. Couldn’t, couldn’t couldn’t.)
Gus Lissington defied the impossible.
He glanced at Basil with a slight shrug. “I guess I just need you to see it’s not impossible, but I don’t know how. But that’s for you to figure out, Foxwood. I’m not good at science and facts and there’s not a single shred of proof I can give you to show you I’m right.” Gus laughed quietly and shook his head. The words still stung and perhaps a tiny part of him did believe it was impossible for him to love another man; whatever he felt for Basil was a mere infatuation and not love. Basil had science and Gus had emotions. “I think you need to go to the infirmary. Maybe Ms. White can better assist in reversing the spell.” The words tumbled out of his mouth hastily. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore.
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