Grinning, Gus couldn’t help but awkwardly rub the back of his head as the other told him to stop apologizing. He was trying, firstly, and secondly he’d stop when he felt he was actually forgiven. (Though whether or not that was seeing it in Basil’s body language or getting it through his own thick skull was yet to be seen.) “I’ll try my best,” Gus parroted back to him. Basil wouldn’t look at him and he frowned at that. Why couldn’t he see that Gus was trying his best to make up for the mistakes he’d made. The brunette clearly had been keeping a running list of all the ones he’d made.
An awkward silence seemed to settle around them. He didn’t say much toward his thanks and a knot formed in Gus’ stomach - he knew that whatever they were agreeing on was superficial and their interactions would be limited at best. But mistakes were meant to be buried and the past to never be revisited - the redhead was both of those to Basil.
His frown deepened before he stepped back into the other’s space. Gus knocked their shoulders together. “I’m going to see if they’re still serving lunch. I’ll… see you around?” The corner. Ignoring me. Dodging me. Gus stepped away from him.
An awkward silence seemed to settle around them. He didn’t say much toward his thanks and a knot formed in Gus’ stomach - he knew that whatever they were agreeing on was superficial and their interactions would be limited at best. But mistakes were meant to be buried and the past to never be revisited - the redhead was both of those to Basil.
His frown deepened before he stepped back into the other’s space. Gus knocked their shoulders together. “I’m going to see if they’re still serving lunch. I’ll… see you around?” The corner. Ignoring me. Dodging me. Gus stepped away from him.
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