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[It's been a few days since Asch and Luke were split, and someone's finally recovered enough to wake up. There's a lot on his mind, but the first and foremost issue he takes care of, upon finding his journal by the nightstand, is:]

...I need something to eat.

[After which he starts flipping through the journal to see what he's missed, since he'll be damned if he's going to fall out of bed and crawl to the kitchen for it.]

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I am calm.

[Relatively speaking.]

All right. If you'll wait for a few minutes, I'll be right over.

[Either Guy doesn't hear the response or he doesn't waste time replying, because a few minutes later he knocks politely on Asch's door before just pushing in anyway, a tray with a covered dish on top, along with a glass of juice.]

Edited 2010-02-16 08:00 (UTC)

[Asch is half-sitting up in bed, still flipping through the journal. He looks up briefly as Guy comes in, though.]

...Right.

Good evening. [Guy has a seat on the edge of the bed, setting the tray on Asch's nightstand. He'd been in here for at least half of his time, when he wasn't looking after Luke, just holding Asch's hand or stroking his hair or trying to coax water, juice or broth down his throat when he could.]

[Cute. :|

It'll take a little while, but soon, she knocks and lets herself in.]

Asch?

[Asch makes a vague sound in greeting, looking away just long enough to put his journal on the opposite side. He doesn't seem to want to look Guy in the eye, though.] ...How long was I asleep?

[If Guy notices, it doesn't seem to bother him.] A few days. You had some periods of wakefulness, but you weren't really coherent. Just there enough to drink something before passing out again.

[He's just cheeky. :|

He's dozing when she arrives, but at her voice, he opens his eyes and looks over.] ...Mm.

...Less than I expected. [Though he's not going to elaborate on that one.] You must have been worried.

[She's holding a covered plate, but as she sets it on his nightstand, he should smell the delicious aroma of baked chicken. She's also got a glass of water that she sets by that.]

How are you feeling?

A little, but you've pulled through worse.

[Man, is he ever spoiled today.] I'm alright. I just needed to rest, there's nothing wrong with me.

[Asch's fingers clench in the sheets at that, but he doesn't respond.]

Go ahead. [Like that's going to get past Guy.]

...You're not wrong.

But...?

[Stella's sure he'll get other offers, so it isn't a big piece of chicken. She doesn't want him to get fat, after all.]

That's good to hear. [She'll find a chair to pull up so that she can sit by the bedside. She's a bit curious as to how he's like this now, but she won't ask unless she's sure it's a safe subject.] Well then, eat up.

...Nevermind. It doesn't matter anymore.

But does it bother you still? If it still bothers you, it still matters.

[If she ever gets an explanation, it'll be about as deadpan and scientific as it can get.

He's grateful for the smaller portion, though; Guy will have fed him by now, chances are, so he's not starving. But Stella makes good food too, so he'll eat up right away.]

I don't want to talk about it. [His voice is sharper, and he's gripping the sheets more tightly now.]

Tough. I'm not letting you eat until you do.

You can't do that.

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