( @zedechemist )
It was so stupid - a moment of absolute anger and rage and Gus had let his morals drop and thrown a punch. He'd gotten one right back, but he'd thrown the first one. And that was what got him on academic probation, without pay.
And so, the text to Zed reads:
'Hi Zed, it's Gus. I can't interpret for your lecture this Friday. which means i also cant buy your coffee. Im so sorry, but I'm on probation from teaching. I punched someone. :( and got punched :((( it was the chemistry chair D: if you're ok with hanging around a criminal, I can make us coffee at my apartment? or i have booze!! i'll send my address over. please?'
Long and wordy and a bit too much emotion, much like Gus himself. He's not sure if he actually expects Zed to show up, so when he hears a knock at the door, he jumps up as Chelle starts yipping. "Alright, alright, lady!" He scoops up the tiny old chihuahua and opens the door. Facing Zed is the ASL professor, sporting a black eye and a rather dumb smile. Beyond elated. "You came!"
He leads him inside. "Come on in, please. Coffee or beer? Or uh... wine, tequila, vodka..." He sets the tiny dog back down after she calms, and rolls up the sleeves of his old and threadbare corduroy button-up shirt. His knuckles on one hand are bruised and purple.











