For: Kovi @psioniccrown Location: Near the Hera cabin
Gus at least comes bearing the gift of pastries. Croissants, sure, but fresh out the oven and offered with an outstretched hand in a bag before he even opens his mouth. Because, well, food was absolutely the best way he knew to a man's heart, or more so in this scenario to avoid any immediately awkward engagement considering the results of training.
"I wanted to make sure you knew I'm not holding anything against you for the whole. Mind fuck situation." As much as he'd made it very clear in text, it seemed like something somebody might keep thinking over, and he did not want to add to whatever had fuelled that attack in the first place.
At least partially because he'd felt something echo in it himself when it struck. An uncomfortable twinge of familiarity. He didn't need to be part of that chorus in somebody else's head, because his had three voices and he did not feel like adding a number to somebody else.
