Somehow, Gus and Alex ended up in Alex’s hotel.
It was a rather small bed & breakfast. It was a wooden hut stuck between two modern buildings, the only reason why it hadn’t been renovated being that it was ‘picturesque’. Alex had the attic bedroom. He led Gus there, holding his hand. Once inside, Gus took off his jacket, looking around as Alex put their coats up on the pegs by the doors. The room was mostly dark, moonlight falling in stripes through the slanted window on the equally slanted roof. The room was pretty small but neat. Alex’s things were all carefully put in the right places, though he didn’t have very many belongings. His military uniform hung, unused, on a peg by the window. Seeing it gave Gus a mixture of feelings – pain at the realisation that Alex wouldn’t be around forever and pride for his accomplishments.
Gus turned away from the uniform, fiddling with his fingers, not k
