[Guy glances at Asch briefly before turning away again, reaching up to rub his shoulder uncomfortably.
In that one glance, though, if Asch was paying attention he might have spotted something; a hint of longing, fear, maybe even loneliness. Maybe even a glint of something resembling Guy's expression when Asch had been returned to him in bloody ribbons just a few months before.
As quickly as it showed it was put away, and Guy sighed and waved a hand.] Fine, fine. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to treat this so casually.
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In that one glance, though, if Asch was paying attention he might have spotted something; a hint of longing, fear, maybe even loneliness. Maybe even a glint of something resembling Guy's expression when Asch had been returned to him in bloody ribbons just a few months before.
As quickly as it showed it was put away, and Guy sighed and waved a hand.] Fine, fine. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to treat this so casually.