Page 96 of Unforgotten


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In the bathroom, he leant on me while he relieved himself. Then I stood him against the sink while I went back for the toothbrush and toothpaste Mia had packed for him.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face, and when he looked at me again, his gaze seemed clearer than it had before. Brighter. He ran his fingers over the scruff on my jaw. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”

“Fuck off.”

“Rude.”

“Yeah. But I don’t want to hear you say that shit again. You nearly died—” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “The doctor told Mia you’re ridiculously lucky that fucking poison gas didn’t damage your brain, or kill you.”

“It didn’t kill me, though, did it? Because you came back for me. Fuck, I remember now.” Gus screwed his eyes shut and shook his head slightly. “You came back for me. Why did you do that?”

“Because leaving you was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it, and I’m not going to do it again. Like, ever. And I’m not going to leave Luke either. I’m so fucking sorry I made you think that. And that I made you feel like it was on you to stop me.”

Gus leant heavily on the sink. “Is that what happened?”

“I think so. I mean, I don’t know what else you had going on in your head at the time, but I know you felt like if I left Rushmere again, and me and Luke didn’t talk anymore, it would be all your fault for shagging me.”

“Wow. I really thought my dick had the power, huh?”

“I don’t know. But even if you don’t remember that, or this conversation, I need you to know I’m not going anywhere, okay? I love you, and I love my brother. I’m here to stay.”

“I love you too, but I think I’m too hungry to understand what the rest of it means.”

A sudden laugh burst from my chest, unnaturally loud in the cramped bathroom, but I didn’t care. If Gus was hungry, I could fix that. And if he loved me even a fraction of how much I loved him? Fuck. Maybe there was nothing we couldn’t fix.

Gus ate, then fell asleep. And when he woke again, he was lucid enough that I recognised the man staring at our joined hands.

He treated me to a slow smile. “I thought I’d dreamt you.”

“Nope. I’m right here making your nightmares come true.”

“As if. I didn’t think I’d get to do this again.”

“Do what?”

He raised our joined hands. “This. I thought I’d messed it up for good.”

“You didn’t mess it up. I did.”

“No, you really didn’t. I should’ve deleted Grindr off my phone the second I realised I couldn’t be with anyone else.”

“When was that?”

“About three seconds after you moved in.”

“That fast, eh?”

“Yeah. You...do something to me no one else ever has. It scares me, but if you meant what you said earlier about sticking around, I’m done running from it.”

“You remember what I said earlier?” Relief spread through me like soft summer rain. “No offence, but you were pretty out of it.”

“I remember.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

“Tell me what I said.”