“Er…” He twisted his face in confusion; had Basil sent it because he had found it and wanted to be done with it? Gus wasn’t sure where they stood - sometimes the man was friendly while other times he felt like he was being pushed back to Egypt where neither of them had to deal with the other. He wanted to be friends with Foxwood, but he didn’t want to be the only one putting in effort. The man’s face was turning red and Gus felt the awkwardness spilling into the entire post office - he’d come here to avoid the entire situation, and his own cheeks flared red, matching his hair.
He’d unpack this entire situation later as he moved forward to shove the gift into Basil’s hands, watching him unsure of what to do with it. He grinned, widely. Gus was proud of this gift, even if the amount of effort that went into it was far more than he ever wanted to do early on a Sunday morning again. He nodded as the other thanked him before he cleared his throat. “Maybe sometime soon we can catch up? I’ll - I’ll owl you. If you don’t mind.” Gus stepped forward and clasped a hand against his shoulder before moving past him to the exit. “I’m so sorry to run out. Happy birthday, again.”
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