...When someone gives you permission to complain, you really let go, don't you?

[Still, it is cold, anyway. Guy may or may not be serious, who knows? But on the off chance that he is, well... Asch can pick up where he left off. If he has to.

He shifts to lie on his side against Guy, hand trailing over the front of Guy's shirt.]

Do you need me to check if anything's turned blue?