[Asch wishes he were more of a natural cuddler - maybe he'd be of more use if he was. Still, wishful thinking is pointless, and Guy seems content enough, so he'll keep up the hair-stroking for now.]

Maybe that's part of why you grew up so different than I did. I obsessed over it, the memories I had with them, how they used to smile and be with me and not the replica... I couldn't stand to imagine them with anyone but me. I'm still selfish like that.