I have no excuse. I just forgot that I'm actually a writer. Also, hey! This fic is one-year-old! That's something that I would never imagine to see. Like, I'm not even kidding about that.

A Talk with a Gorgon

"It feels like we haven't talked much, as of late."

John glanced towards Medusa; who's gaze is focused rather intensely at him. He wanted to make an excuse, to get out of this situation that he's currently in but he can't think of one because it's true. Obviously, his work contributed to his lack of visitation time with Medusa but it isn't enough, rather, it's the fact that he's interacting with more Servants is the reason that he wanted to say for his lack of visitation but he knows that if he said to her, she would understand that and forgive him.

But god damn it, he doesn't want to hear her say that. He doesn't want to hear her forgiveness and says that she understands. He wants to man-up and admit to his faults!

Letting the book down, John shifted his body to directly face Medusa, her eyes still blank. Taking a deep breath, he bowed down; hands on his knees and his head directly facing the floor. John couldn't see her face, but he believes that it is one of shock.

"I'm very sorry that I forgot about you, Medusa. Please forgive me."

To those who may be listening, it sounds as if a boyfriend is admitting his mistakes to his girlfriend, but clearly, that's not the case. To both of them, it's the apology of a friend who has failed to make due to his promise and John is clearly feeling it, given the silence of the room.

Wanting to dispel the feeling of uneasiness that is currently perpetuating the room, he made a move to look up but not before feeling his head patted. His gaze slowly lifted to see the beautiful smile that Medusa currently has.

"John. You're not the one who needs to apologize, but rather, I need to apologize." Medusa explained. John was confused and Medusa giggled at his confusion.

"But, why do you also need to apologize? I'm the one who's been failing at visiting you. You shouldn't be the one who should apologize." Medusa sighed at John's explanation.

"No, John. It's precise because of that reason that I need to apologize." Medusa stated, "You see… I'm not really good at expressing my expressions and feelings. You do know of my legend, right?" Of course, John knows. Medusa's story is one of the most well-known stories in the Western World, slash that, the whole world.

"Being stuck on an island by my lonesome, attacked by numerous 'heroes' determined to slay me and protected by the most overprotective sisters that I know of isn't really a good place to develop social interactions, John. As you can see from the result." Medusa stated while giving John a wry smile.

"That's why, instead of following up on the promise that we both made, I focused on shadowing you instead."

John blinked, processing Medusa's words. "Wait… so does that mean that you've been following me the whole time?"

Medusa blushed at John's words. "Now that you've said it out loud, it's rather embarrassing to think about."

"So… you're not angry at me?"

Medusa's brow furrowed, "Of course not. Why would I be angry at you? Especially since you're needed at Chaldea; being that you're the only one who could do the job that you're proficient at."

Hearing her words, John's body slacked on the floor, laughing all the while.

"Ahh… Thank god you're not angry."

"…Did you expect that I would be angry at you, given the job that you have?" Medusa slowly asked, her mind attempting to process his actions.

"Yeah…" John utters before being whacked in the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Even though it's only a light smack in the head, it hurts!

"Did you actually believe that I would get angry at you? Is your standard for women that low to even consider that possibility, John?" Medusa asked, her voice tinged with a bit of anger.

"Medusa, when you live in this era, it's rare to find someone that actually cares about your well-being. It's even rarer to find someone that you actually have a decent conversation with. Hell, I could count the number of friends that I have by using my fingers." John blankly explains, his mind reminiscing at the times that he conversed with any of his friends.

Although he doesn't want to show his emotion, for someone as experienced like Medusa, she could see the loneliness that lies beneath those coal eyes of his. Thus, Medusa did the only thing that she could do and gave him a hug.

John's body stiffened the moment Medusa hugged him. He knows that Medusa was comforting him but he can't help but feel like he's experiencing something extraordinary. It doesn't help the fact that Medusa is a really, really gorgeous woman that has a past that can't be compared to his rather mediocre past. And to be hugged by this dazzling, unearthly beauty, his heart can't help but beat really fast.

They stayed like that; Medusa comforting John while combing his hair while John is doing the impression of a statue.

"So, are you okay now?"

"To be honest, not really."