[...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.]