Oh God! (Open)

[Edward Scott]

Edward barely saw what was going on around him as he made his way to Basil's shop. His lips were parted when every so often in the taxi only half managing the word 'town'. He had a month. A month left before he was back where he belonged. At John Hopkins. His credits were in and he'd been accepted as an attending at John Hopkins. He was about to get his dream job and have his dream carreer and all he could think about was leaving Basil in the dust. Of course he'd write all the time.

He'd fly down and come see Basil whenever he could. That would all happen but they'd be so far apart. There was a mixed set of emotions as Edward got out of the car, his acceptance letted in hand along with his degree. Honors. He'd graduated with honors. Despite his wayward lifestyle, Edward had worked very hard to get where he'd wanted to be. Edward closed his eyes, standing before Basil's shop.

How was he ever gonna do this? Tell Basil he was leaving...Three years. Three long years... Edward slowly lowered his eyes. If he didn't take this opportunity... and instead choose Basil, what would become of him? He'd have to work in this shop for the rest of his life. Edward's eyes slowly lifted to the little herb shop and he let a soft smile grace his lips. It wouldn't be so bad would it? Edward turned abruptly and slammed straight into someone walking the other way. Edward stumbled back slightly, paused for a second to asses the situation before jumping into action.
"Are you okay?"
His British twang came through as he reached out for the person to assess the damage he'd caused by daydreaming far too much.

[Basil Zivaen]

It had been a while since Basil had talked to Edward. Not a hugely large amount of time, but enough that Basil was slightly worried. He knew he shouldn't be, as people went without talking to others for longer than a week or so, but for some reason he was worried anyway. It was just his style. Worry about others. The thought of the younger man made him smile, and why shouldn't it? They were happy when they were around each other, which while sometimes seemed a little strange worked. For most of the afternoon he had just been around the shop working on things, straightening, messing around in the greenhouse, but now he was coming back from a short trip out. He was looking through a book, not paying attention to where he was going.

Of course, it would only be then that the willowy man would run into someone. He looked up, a slightly startled look on his face as he started to apologize. But then he realized just who it was when the other person spoke.
" Edward?" He questioned, trying hard not to let a smile engulf his face.
" Yes, yes, I'm fine. I just wasn't paying attention and I should know better." He let a small smile cross his face, happy to see Edward. It was funny, how he had just been thinking of him, and now here he was. What kind of wonder working was that?

" Ho have you been?" Basil finally asked.

[Edward Scott]

Edward frowned slowly when he saw it was Basil whom he'd bumped into. His eyes slowly lowered, but that boyish awkward smile crept across his lips once again. There had been no one in months that Edward had shared his bed with except for the elder man standing before him and now he was supposed to pack up and leave? Just like that. Edward doing a trademark trick. Slip in, slip out and wipe your hands clean of dust and memories. Edward took a deep breath and slapped the envelope against his palm three times before shifting backward toward the door.

"I've been dying for some good mint tea actually...."
Edward held his free hand toward the shop entrance and gave Basil a charming smile before stepping in beside the older man and sliding his hand around Basil's shoulder leading him toward the entrance.
"What ya readin' then?"
Edward asked examining the book his lover had gotten himself lost in when they bumped into one another.

They could work everything out over a cuppa. He was most certain this would ease the heavy weight of the conversation to come and as a Brit, he knew one thing for certain. A cuppa brew make everything new. Idiotic little expression but it worked. Approaching this from Basil's angle might be a promising idea. Basil was older and wiser and Basil could find a way out of his little problem. Everything would be better soon right?

[Basil Zivaen]

He smiled when Edward slipped his hand around his shoulder. Even though it was still a sort of hard thing to accept it felt right, so he didn't question it anymore. Besides, it was something that made him happy. The older man went into tho shop gladly, figuring if mint tea was what Edward was after then he was more than happy to oblige. Besides, he had some fresh that he had only finished drying a few days before. So it would most certainly be a good cup of tea. When the other man asked what book he was reading he held up a collection of poetry.

" A collection that came in a box of books someone doanted for me to put out. There are so many good poems in here, some of my favorites. I sometimes get a little too interested in my reading." He replied, setting the book on the register counter as he came in. He took his jacket of and hung it up before starting for the back kitchen. He stopped for a moment, waiting for Edward to follow. It would be rude to just leave him there, even if he did know his way to the kitchen.