This time around he wasn’t sure what he said to upset Basil. He wanted to go back and fix his mistakes, not erase them. If he could set himself down and tell him to reply to those damn letters Gus would, even if it meant holding himself at wand-point. (He’d been good at defensive spells when he was a teen but there was not a single doubt in his mind that he could easily overpower himself.) He didn’t answer that comment nor did he shrug like he wanted to, as he knew Basil would take that as some strike against him. Instead the redhead pushed his other shoe into the dirt.
Then the other hummed soft words and Gus felt his shoulder loosen. He knew that Basil had said the words, maybe not during that fight but at some point. (Tonight he’d skim through the letters and be prepared to shove the words back in his face, but today, at this moment, he was going to believe that the man didn’t see him as a complete failure of a human.) He’d leave that thought to Atticus. For now he put the thought into his back pocket to revisit at a later date when he didn't have to constantly try to explain himself and his reasonings.
Gus focused on having Basil so close to him, holding on to his robe for dear life. If he knew it wouldn’t scare him away he may have taken his hand in his and entwined their fingers together. Ground him in a way he wasn’t sure how to and keep him close in every way he wanted to. But he knew those actions would scare Basil, so instead he blinked at him and watched him. His hair was much shorter than what it’d been a few weeks ago and his eyes were darker than they had been years ago. There was a flicker of something in his eyes that made Gus exhale quietly. He’d seen that look many times years ago; when Basil turned to look at him without realizing he’d done it. Right before he kissed him. When Gus took his hand and held on to it like his life depended on it. It always made his heart beat faster, and even here and now, after the absence of it for so long, it had the same effect.
Despite his best efforts to create that look in someone else's eyes, no one had ever come close.
He could feel Basil’s gaze against his lips and Gus couldn’t help but smile. Sure the brunette hadn’t been in his right mind but Gus would be lying if he said he hadn’t missed kissing him. If he hadn’t missed Basil and all his beastly qualities, whatever in the hell that meant. It was more amused than anything and as the other stepped back, the redhead tilted his head as he watched the flicker in his eyes deepen into something. Then he spoke and he shook his head, laughing quietly. “Well first off Mr. Foxwood, you can’t look at me like that.” Gus purred. He took a step forward but made no other movement toward him. He didn’t say anything further, although he wanted to - they were just getting back on solid ground and he wasn’t about to ruin it.
“We both need to agree to disagree about that day, and perhaps not dredge it up. We both said some pretty disturbing things and that’s not either of us anymore.” Gus chuckled quickly as he shook his head before he ran his fingers through his hair; he couldn’t possibly make it any messier than it already was. “I much prefer to remember us leaving on a positive note. Like we put our friendship on pause, and now we’re unpausing it. More mature, I guess. At least you are.” His grin widened. A joke, of course. He knew he was a lot more mature than when he’d left. Emotionally, at least.
Then the other hummed soft words and Gus felt his shoulder loosen. He knew that Basil had said the words, maybe not during that fight but at some point. (Tonight he’d skim through the letters and be prepared to shove the words back in his face, but today, at this moment, he was going to believe that the man didn’t see him as a complete failure of a human.) He’d leave that thought to Atticus. For now he put the thought into his back pocket to revisit at a later date when he didn't have to constantly try to explain himself and his reasonings.
Gus focused on having Basil so close to him, holding on to his robe for dear life. If he knew it wouldn’t scare him away he may have taken his hand in his and entwined their fingers together. Ground him in a way he wasn’t sure how to and keep him close in every way he wanted to. But he knew those actions would scare Basil, so instead he blinked at him and watched him. His hair was much shorter than what it’d been a few weeks ago and his eyes were darker than they had been years ago. There was a flicker of something in his eyes that made Gus exhale quietly. He’d seen that look many times years ago; when Basil turned to look at him without realizing he’d done it. Right before he kissed him. When Gus took his hand and held on to it like his life depended on it. It always made his heart beat faster, and even here and now, after the absence of it for so long, it had the same effect.
Despite his best efforts to create that look in someone else's eyes, no one had ever come close.
He could feel Basil’s gaze against his lips and Gus couldn’t help but smile. Sure the brunette hadn’t been in his right mind but Gus would be lying if he said he hadn’t missed kissing him. If he hadn’t missed Basil and all his beastly qualities, whatever in the hell that meant. It was more amused than anything and as the other stepped back, the redhead tilted his head as he watched the flicker in his eyes deepen into something. Then he spoke and he shook his head, laughing quietly. “Well first off Mr. Foxwood, you can’t look at me like that.” Gus purred. He took a step forward but made no other movement toward him. He didn’t say anything further, although he wanted to - they were just getting back on solid ground and he wasn’t about to ruin it.
“We both need to agree to disagree about that day, and perhaps not dredge it up. We both said some pretty disturbing things and that’s not either of us anymore.” Gus chuckled quickly as he shook his head before he ran his fingers through his hair; he couldn’t possibly make it any messier than it already was. “I much prefer to remember us leaving on a positive note. Like we put our friendship on pause, and now we’re unpausing it. More mature, I guess. At least you are.” His grin widened. A joke, of course. He knew he was a lot more mature than when he’d left. Emotionally, at least.