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[After a few days of Deep Thought following this little encounter, Asch has finally resolved himself to go back home. He's packed his things, cleaned up, done a few repairs to make the apartment somewhat presentable after he tore it to bits during the Halloween ordeal, though he's sure it'll end up fixing itself anyway. Finally, sometime in the morning, he heads out and makes his way to House 5.

Depending on where the occupants are, he'll be looking for Guy, Luke, and Natalia- starting with their rooms, one by one, and then moving on to the rest of the house and outside if necessary. He's been thinking a lot - probably too much for his own good - and he's tired, but more than that, he's tired of just running away.]

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[Guy doesn't speak, but his fists clenching around his sleeves should be answer enough.

He remembers. He'd imagine it very often, as young as eleven he'd dream up different ways he could exact his revenge. He'd stand over Asch's bed as he slept, holding a pillow. He'd walk behind Asch on their way back from his lessons, holding onto the hilt of his sword so tightly his knuckles turned white. Picture the light leaving his eyes and Fabre's screams of horror.

He'd even wondered if he should kill the Duchess and the maids too. Just to be fair.

He didn't want to share that with anyone...least of all Asch.]

[There's that silence again, that quiet, undeniably comforting lull in a difficult conversation, It's so easy to fall back on that, to shrug it all off and pretend like it's not important enough to say aloud.

Necessary. It's necessary.]

...Did you mean what you said? About needing me for this?

[Guy rubs his face hurriedly, the movement a little bit manic. He hadn't wanted to do this so soon; he'd been hoping to soften the blow by at least a few weeks of sorting himself out first.]

I meant it. But at least give me a little time to make some leeway before we get into this.

...No. It's okay, I didn't mean...

[Dammit. Dammit, and he's already screwed up. This isn't how he wanted it at all.]

I just... wanted to make sure. I had to be sure.

[Probably more than Guy knows.]

[Guy hesitates, then turns his head to face Asch, resting his cheek on his arm.]

I meant it. I need you.

[Asch falls silent, letting that sink in. He hasn't felt needed, really needed for anything for a long time now. It's what gave him purpose after he lost everything, when Van and his goals were all he really had. If this is true, and this really is something only he can do...

...well. Maybe he doesn't need his life to have meaning like he used to; he has plenty more to live for these days.

But it's nice. It's nice to be needed. He nods quietly to himself, head bowing to press against his knees.]

[Guy's voice drops to a murmur.]

Thank you for coming back home.

...Where else would I go?

[Guy's right; it wasn't the same, being away like that.]

I can imagine tons of places you could, but agreed. This is the best place you could've picked.

Hm. [Asch shrugs, knowing it isn't worth arguing about. If not here, he'd just be on his own, anyway. It's not like he has someone he'd like to stay with. He lifts his head though, glancing up at the stars briefly before moving to stand.] I should head back inside.

[Guy stands with him, stretching and wincing at the pops that sound from his back.]

I'll make us some dinner. There should be some chicken in the fridge.

You don't have to do that. [He's still too concerned about how awkward spending time with Guy is going to be. He's already starting to feel it.]

Why not? I'm hungry too. Besides, we've been sitting up here on the roof; having something hot would be good for both of us. [Meanwhile Guy is sliding effortlessly back into socializing with Asch as if they'd never fought.]

[Oh, Guy. You make it look far too easy. Unfortunately Asch is going to be tiptoeing around the issues for a while, so he shrugs quietly, turning away to climb down off the roof. If Guy wants to hang out then he can at least try. It's not like they hate each other, it's just...

...alright, it hurts. But hell if he's not going to try to fight tooth and nail against letting it show.]

[Guy isn't naive enough to think Asch wouldn't still be somewhat upset or hurt -considering they were technically still split up- but he follows Asch without complaint, determined to keep his spirits up.

Into the kitchen and up to the fridge, Guy pulls out some ingredients and gets started on a baked lemon chicken dish. He feels better already.]

[Asch stands somewhat woodenly by the table, watching Guy work. After a long moment he turns back and starts setting some plates and cutlery out.

His brows furrow, still lost in thought as he does this. Should he be asking Guy, too...?]

[Guy sneaks a glance back at Asch-

Yep. That his thinking face.] Something on your mind?

[Think think think- caught. Hurk.]

...I was... thinking that you could do something for me.

Sure, what is it? [Chop chop chop.]

[...Okay. Here goes. He's got one, two more to go.]

...I need you to tell me when I call Luke "replica".

[...chop.

Guy turns around and grips the edge of the counter, leaning back against it.]

You sure that's a good idea? To ask me to do that?

I'm asking everyone, not just you. It'll probably be useful to both of us.

[Asch doesn't look at him, but he didn't miss the sudden halting of the knife.]

You're sure?

[He tilts his head to the side in question. Guy's more worried about Asch taking it poorly because of the perceived favoritism than anything.]

Even if I wasn't, I'd still want you to do this. You know how important it is. [He had to; not just for Asch, because he'd always been the aggressor when it came to this. No, this was for Luke- the unsure one, the replica who lacked confidence in himself. The one who'd been ready to give up his name in a heartbeat. ...His name.]

[Guy had expected some waver in Asch's resolve, but saw none of it in his face. He didn't like it...but he was sure. He was.

Guy pushed down the urge to close the distance between them, but his smile is soft and genuine all the same.]

Then I will.

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