He wanted to laugh. He shouldn't laugh. In the end, when Verso insisted he was going to go jump off a tall building in embarrassment, a small laugh did finally slip through. Gustave attempts to cover it up with a cough, but he's unsuccessful the more he thought about the back - and - forth just now.
Verso thought he and Sophie were seeing each other romantically. He thought they were once again engaged. In his defense, Gustave had been seeing Sophie quite a bit lately; an attempt to make up for all the time they had wasted before her Gommage. He wouldn't lie; he missed her. He would always love Sophie, and while a small part of him had thought about picking up where they left off (assuming that would be something she would want), it felt wrong.
He still loved Sophie, but not in the way Verso clearly thought he did. Thinking about his whole "other man" nonsense again, Gustave couldn't stop himself from letting out another laugh. "No. No, wait, you thought--...? What, were you jealous?"
"What- No!" The way his face exploded into a bright shade of red did not help his case. It was just because he was being laughed at. While dragging his hand through his hair, Verso heaved out a great sigh. "I'm not jealous, especially when there's apparently nothing to be jealous of."
Despite his best efforts, Verso couldn't help but shift his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. It had been a long time since he'd embarrassed himself this badly. "I... Look, I felt like I needed to nip whatever this more-than-friends thing we seem to be starting in the bud before it became a problem.
"I don't..." Verso trailed off into a much quieter mumble. It felt like wild horses were dragging a confession out of him. "I'm not so desperate for connection that'd I'd take any scrap offered to me."
