Gus hates this. He hates that they're on borrowed time and for a while he
was bitter that it was choice, not death, taking Hadand away from him.
However, he's since come to terms with it (as much as is possible) while
still fostering the faintest hope that Hadand will change her mind and stay
in Teleios with him. Right now, he's simply trying to make the most of the
time they have left, and he knows that Hadand is doing the same.
He's idly fiddling with an unlit cigarette in his mouth (something that's
become more common than it once had been since Hadand had made the decision
to leave) and gliding his fingers up and down her leg as he watches her
clean her blades. Her question makes him chuckle and he shakes his head.
"I'm not a great dancer. I used to dance some then I lost my leg and
stopped. Besides, it's probably not dancing the way you dance back home."
Because that is her home still whether he likes it or not.
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Gus hates this. He hates that they're on borrowed time and for a while he was bitter that it was choice, not death, taking Hadand away from him. However, he's since come to terms with it (as much as is possible) while still fostering the faintest hope that Hadand will change her mind and stay in Teleios with him. Right now, he's simply trying to make the most of the time they have left, and he knows that Hadand is doing the same.
He's idly fiddling with an unlit cigarette in his mouth (something that's become more common than it once had been since Hadand had made the decision to leave) and gliding his fingers up and down her leg as he watches her clean her blades. Her question makes him chuckle and he shakes his head. "I'm not a great dancer. I used to dance some then I lost my leg and stopped. Besides, it's probably not dancing the way you dance back home."
Because that is her home still whether he likes it or not.