[Asch doesn't move at first, doesn't so much as glance over at Guy. It's too much, it's too soon. No one would want to acknowledge the person to delighted in your own suffering. Not too long ago he'd have been outraged, shamelessly letting it out and storming off to brood or abuse someone who didn't know any better.
Such a hypocrite.
He doesn't do that now, though. Instead he stands up from his seat by the window, stepping over to Guy's chair and crouching down in front of it, knees resting against Guy's legs for balance. He reaches up, tugging at one of Guy's hands to pull it away from his eyes and hold it closely. If Guy fights, Asch will fight back, his gaze slowly growing steady again, the way it was when he'd decided this was what he wanted.
He's determined not to regret this. This is Guy, all of Guy- the noble servant who loves and hates and feels just as much as everyone else.]
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Such a hypocrite.
He doesn't do that now, though. Instead he stands up from his seat by the window, stepping over to Guy's chair and crouching down in front of it, knees resting against Guy's legs for balance. He reaches up, tugging at one of Guy's hands to pull it away from his eyes and hold it closely. If Guy fights, Asch will fight back, his gaze slowly growing steady again, the way it was when he'd decided this was what he wanted.
He's determined not to regret this. This is Guy, all of Guy- the noble servant who loves and hates and feels just as much as everyone else.]