dissonates | [Locked to Guy]

[Who knows.] ...Things are different now.

[At that expression, most of Guy's anger just bleeds away and he sighs.] I'm sure that a few years ago, if you'd asked me if ever being without Luke was an option for me I'd have told you "not a chance in hell."

You're right. Things are different now. And they might be different a month from now, a year from now, ten years from now. We might get sick of each other, or just lose interest; it happens, to the best of people and the worst of people and people who seem like they'll never be apart. It just does. ...I just don't want you to be afraid of it happening, for your sake or mine.

I'm going to be afraid of it happening now that you've made it clear that you're thinking about it.

And who exactly would I dump you for? I'm not the one with options here.

You're the one who said I had options, not me. And I don't agree with you.

Don't agree with me about what?

Having options! Talking about moving on! Dammit, Guy, does it even matter to you!?

[Guy scowls again.] Of course it matters to me. Why do you think I even brought it up in the first place?

[He turns away, sitting indian-style and leaning forward, elbows dropped onto his knees as he glares at the shingles beneath his ankles.] But things rarely stay. I want to be prepared.

[What the hell. Something is definitely wrong here.] If you thought this was doomed from the start, why did you even bother?

I didn't say that. I said that I want to be prepared for if this falls apart; you can't say that there's no chance in hell that we would ever break up. That's not a promise you can make.

Is this how relationships are supposed to work? Start it, develop it, and then talk about how to end it?

I'm not talking about how to end it. [Except...he kind of is. But that's not what he'd meant.]

Yes you are. [GUY, EXPLAIN.]

No, I'm not. I'm not talking about how to end it, I'm talking about how it could end. There's a difference.

This isn't what I came here to talk about!

All right, forget I said anything then.

Like hell. If this is something you're actually worried about happening, how the hell can I just forget it?

[Another sigh.] I'm not so much worried about it happening as I am considering it as a possibility. Just think of it as me thinking aloud and forget it, Asch.

So, what, you're okay with the idea?

[Guy falls silent for a moment before looking away.] I didn't say that either.

You make it hard to tell, considering how flippant you are about it. You don't believe in me at all, do you?

It's not a matter of believing in you.

Bullshit. You're not the one with options, remember?

Look- sometimes it's not always a choice. People die or drift away. Nothing's ever certain, least of all anything worth having. I'm allowed to have my own reservations. [Guy notices that he sounds somewhat defensive for someone unbothered by this.]

And I'm allowed to get pissed off that you're even having them!

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