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...It's too quiet outside. When is that stupid holiday again? Whatever's going on needs to end.

[Private to Natalia]

Natalia... can we talk?

[He's nervous about talking to either of them, but- shortly after that entry is out of the way, Asch will be leaving his room to look for Guy and, if she says yes, Natalia, too. Unfortunately as soon as he leaves his room, his clothes are suddenly changed to this. Let's see how long it takes for him to notice. |D]

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[Guy reflexively reaches up to hold his opposite arm, rubbing it.]

...I don't know.

... Relax, I was kidding. [Sigh. Not like he makes it all that easy to tell when he's kidding and when he's not, but eh.]

[Yeah he doesn't recall you ever being an advocate of the Fun Brigade.]

A better question would be when was the last time I wanted to.

[Which is good. He was sort of counting on that, though his nerves didn't help matters.]

...I'm glad you're here.

[It's a hard thing to admit, and not exactly the most kind thing to say; Luceti isn't a nice place, not a world you should wish upon anyone. But for him, it's the truth- it's good to have her close by again.]

[Asch clenches his teeth, trying to bite back his anger. He doesn't want to end up saying something ridiculous, but it's hard, especially with how long this has been building up.]

I don't want it to always be like this.

[....Dammit Yuri 8| Why do you make life so difficult sometimes.]

...Whatever. Tch.

I'm glad you're here too.

[For a moment it feels as if Guy's tongue is glued to the roof of his mouth, before he swallows and asks,]

...do you...want to leave me?

[Asch can't answer right away- not until he gets one very important thing out of the way.]

....Why do you think I rarely traveled with your group on Auldrant?

...I don't know. [But he has a couple different hunches.]

[He hates explaining himself.]

It wasn't just because of the replica. You must know that much.

[That definitely sounds like an "I want to break up with you," to Guy, but maybe he's being fatalistic. He rubs his right arm again.]

Because of me.

[That's the second time Guy's done that. After a moment of hesitation, Asch reaches out to touch his hand, where it's touching his arm. The curse slot mark is still there, he knows. Maybe it's the memories that are getting in their way the most.]

I don't want to leave you.

[But he will if he's forced to.]

[Guy's hand stills when Asch touches it and he realizes what he's doing. He worries at the inside of his cheek for a moment, eyes on the toes of their boots. It feels like an eternity before he speaks again.]

Maybe you should.

You remind me of too many things I'd rather forget. I can't guarantee I'll ever fix this...habit.

If that's the case, then I'll ask you what you asked me: why did you let me get attached if this is how we're going to end up?

[It's as awkward as ever, talking to her one on one, but now that he knows he has her support, it's getting easier, and he feels a little more confident about it.]

...I think you should try talking to Guy again, too. He's been worried about you.

Because I didn't know. I don't-

Asch, I don't even notice half the time. I just... [For the first time in a long time, Guy seems to be unable to explain himself. He goes back to rubbing his arm, frustrated.]

And when I point it out to you, you get defensive and deny it's even happening. What do you expect me to do, Guy?

...nothing. I didn't expect you to do anything.

[...Sigh. Asch curses inwardly, closing his eyes, then tugs Guy's hand gently away from his arm, taking it in his own hand instead. His voice is quiet when he speaks again, a little uncertain, but not with the intention of sounding insincere.]

I know you don't do this with the intention of hurting me. That's why you don't notice, right? ...I get that. [It's a hard thing to acknowledge, let alone accept, but he can understand it.] And... I'm sorry. ...That I'm not better at telling you why I'm upset.

[It's his problem too, he knows. They both made a mess of all of this. Again.

And Guy's words creep back into his thoughts, against his will: maybe he should leave. He doesn't seem to be helping matters any.]

[Guy stares down at their hands instead of their toes, his posture tight and uncomfortable.]

...you don't have anything to apologize for. ["You never did."]

[Asch gives Guy's hand a light squeeze. His mother used to do that, on the rare occasions that she caught him looking nervous about something. Every little bit helped- that was the saying, right?]

There's only so much I can do. There isn't much you let me do.

[Guy presses the heel of his hand to his forehead; he runs through every instance in his mind. Every time things got to be too much, here in Luceti...back home, he would take his aggression out on the monsters they fought, or he would separate himself from the group to think. What has he done here? No monsters, not enough space to separate...

I took it out on Asch. Every single time.

He was like that before, he knows. He'd nitpick tiny details, criticize every decision Asch made. Look down his nose at him, chalk up all his inadequacies to his relation to that man. That man.

Is that really all it boils down to? Guy still hating Fabre, still bitter over Hod?

There wasn't any other explanation for it. He could list exactly why he loved Asch; he was strong, he was loyal. He was honorable, he was kind to those who needed it the most. He was steadfast with a powerful sense of justice and the courage to pursue the right course of action no matter how difficult the path might be. Guy had no reason to blame Asch for anything that went wrong.

No reason other than what was already there.

His hand tightens around Asch's and he ducks his head further, shoulders drawing up.]

I'm sorry...!

[Guy seems to have realized it, and while it's a relief, Asch isn't sure if he's going to like the results of this conversation. Hopefully it won't backfire on him or something. He hadn't wanted to make Guy feel guilty or anything, but... dammit, he really was tired of it. He'd gotten enough of that kind of treatment when Guy still hated him.

He lifts his free hand to grasp lightly at the material of Guy's vest, not sure of what to say. Maybe it's better if Guy just lets it all out.]

He has? Then I will speak with him as soon as possible.

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