There was pain, but that didn't bother Gustavo much. He could manage pain. He frequently saw it coming.
This, he had not seen coming, and that unsettled him much more than the pain. The surge of feeling that came with opening his eyes, equally unsettling. It was almost enough to make him react, there, in the open, in ways he knew he would come to regret... But he knew he would come to regret them, and that was not what a cautious man did.
He had already been too incautious.
Gus Fring looked up at the clear sky and around the baseball diamond, one hand coming up to ghost over his face. He turned it into a gesture, taking his glasses off, wiping them briefly on a handkerchief, replacing them. Folded the handkerchief, replaced it. Cautiously. He breathed in, once. Breathed out, once. And then, shoulders squared, cutting a sharp figure in his slim-cut dark blue suit, he strode purposefully towards the walkway.
To what purpose, he expected, he would find out shortly.
September 4th, afternoon
This, he had not seen coming, and that unsettled him much more than the pain. The surge of feeling that came with opening his eyes, equally unsettling. It was almost enough to make him react, there, in the open, in ways he knew he would come to regret... But he knew he would come to regret them, and that was not what a cautious man did.
He had already been too incautious.
Gus Fring looked up at the clear sky and around the baseball diamond, one hand coming up to ghost over his face. He turned it into a gesture, taking his glasses off, wiping them briefly on a handkerchief, replacing them. Folded the handkerchief, replaced it. Cautiously. He breathed in, once. Breathed out, once. And then, shoulders squared, cutting a sharp figure in his slim-cut dark blue suit, he strode purposefully towards the walkway.
To what purpose, he expected, he would find out shortly.