Gus grinned at Scamander before he took his hand and shook it. He’d been hearing that a lot lately; how he’d just up and left without as much as a goodbye to most of his friends, and he supposed he was just lucky enough that no one had altered their appearance so much that he couldn’t place a name to a face. He was good with names and if he couldn’t place it, Gus had a personality that could get them to spill it. He didn’t reply right away, instead bending down to be eye level with the child he hadn’t seen at Scamander’s side before. He wasn’t even aware Scamander had a kid, but he supposed that was the nature of never visiting home.
Rocking back on his heels, Gus couldn’t help but grin at the toddler. “And hello to you too.” He hummed happily. He reached forward to pet his head then thought better of it - it would be weird to touch a child he didn’t actually know, and popped back up onto his feet. “You know how it goes. The wind blows and I go with it. Think I’m back for good though.” He laughed quietly and rubbed the back of his head. He should have sent out a mass letter to all his old acquaintances to keep from telling the same story over and over, but that was what he got for disappearing and reappearing.
Turning his attention back toward the man, Gus found his eyes drawn toward the child before he flicked them back to him. “Congratulations on your son, a few years too late I suppose.” Gus hoped, at least, it wasn’t a nephew or he was just watching a random child - at least Scamander didn’t come across as a kidnapper to him, either.
Rocking back on his heels, Gus couldn’t help but grin at the toddler. “And hello to you too.” He hummed happily. He reached forward to pet his head then thought better of it - it would be weird to touch a child he didn’t actually know, and popped back up onto his feet. “You know how it goes. The wind blows and I go with it. Think I’m back for good though.” He laughed quietly and rubbed the back of his head. He should have sent out a mass letter to all his old acquaintances to keep from telling the same story over and over, but that was what he got for disappearing and reappearing.
Turning his attention back toward the man, Gus found his eyes drawn toward the child before he flicked them back to him. “Congratulations on your son, a few years too late I suppose.” Gus hoped, at least, it wasn’t a nephew or he was just watching a random child - at least Scamander didn’t come across as a kidnapper to him, either.
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