Macnair’s obvious lack of interest in both of Basil’s suggestions made the brunette snicker to himself. He was not so blind as to see the hint that was less than subtly being passed over him with the whole shuttering of windows and moving of jars, but it didn’t make him any more inclined to go, either. Ignoring Macnair’s question then the same way his had been ignored, Basil made to lean on the nearest shelf, making himself comfortable.

“Perhaps I can help,” he offered instead. “Fill orders and the like. I’ve always wondered what it is you actually do, anyway, and this seems like the perfect opportunity to find out.” Another cheeky grin stole its way across his face as Basil waited for Macnair to come up with a good reason why he couldn’t. He didn’t want to go but he also didn’t really have any particularly good reason for coming all the way down here in search of his old friend. Perhaps being needy and just… missing him was enough, but Basil would be damned if he admitted as much out loud.

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