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[Asch hasn't really been sleeping well for the past few months; since the house became more... crowded, shall we say, and he and Guy started sleeping separately all the time. After the draft (and that one night with Guy there again) things got worse again, and tonight, for no particular reason, he wakes silently and in a cold sweat, sitting up awkwardly in his bed. Stupid dreams... he'd be much happier without any of them. And he never feels like going back to sleep after one of those, so he immediately gets out of bed, dragging on a robe and heading out into the hall. At first he glances over at Guy's door, lingering for a moment. To stay, or to go...

...maybe later. Instead, he grabs a mug of tea from the kitchen and heads outside, ignoring the cold and the snow- the robe's enough. He'll be watching the stars and the horizon for a while.

Well before the sun rises, he'll head back inside, going to Guy's door instead of his own. It only takes him a moment to step into it, but rather than walking right over, he lingers at the door for a while, hesitating.]

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[What-

What-

The abrupt movements jolt Guy awake and he pushes himself up, glancing around in confusion until he spots a trail of long red hair passing his doorframe. Asch? What in the world-

Guy throws his covers back and follows him.]

Asch- Hey, Asch! What are you doing?

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[Shit. He picks up the pace instead of responding, grabbing for the door. Just go away, Guy, go back to bed...]

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Hey-

Hey! [Guy reaches out and snags the back of Asch's shirt and he yanks.] Don't ignore me, what happened? What's wrong?

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[Asch jerks his head over his shoulder, eyes narrowed.] What the hell do you think is wrong? Let go!

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[Guy pointedly does not let go.]

If I knew what was wrong, I wouldn't be asking you.

[He doesn't let go, but he does slide his grip down to hold onto Asch's hand instead.] C'mon, what is it? Why'd you leave? [Guy wracks his brain; did he do something? Say something? He feels like maybe he said something weird...]

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[Asch looks away, hand tightening on the door. His fingers don't move in Guy's grip.]

...It's what you said.

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I said something? [OH GOD WHAT WAS IT?]

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You did. You called me Luke. [That should be answer enough.]

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[Oh dear.]

Did I?

...I'm sorry, I don't remember. I must've still been half-asleep.

[Guy gives Asch's hand a light tug and tries on a sheepish smile.] C'mon, you were trying to get in bed with me, right? Let's go back.

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No. [Asch resists the tug, turning back.] I'm going to my own room.

[Well, he was more likely to wander off to sulk some more, but it's not like he can tell Guy that.]

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Asch, come on, please? It was an accident. You know that if I was conscious I wouldn't ever confuse the two of you. [Guy doesn't let go.]

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[And Asch... doesn't like sharing. Really doesn't like it. Guy has a point, though; he's always made a very clear distinction between the two of them. Even if it was just so he could hate one and not the other.

He knows he shouldn't be dwelling on that, though, either.

After yet another long moment of resisting, Asch finally relaxes his stiff posture, releasing the doorknob and turning to face Guy again. It had been a stupid, sullen fit, and he knows it, but after the night he'd had thus far he feels pretty justified.]

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There. [Guy lifts his hands to hold Asch's face and kisses him briefly before leading him back to his own bedroom.

He climbs into bed and holds the covers up for Asch to join him, scooting over to the side.]

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[He feels a little chastised, but there isn't much helping that. Asch follows Guy to the bed anyway, slipping under the covers and hesitating just a moment before curling in close. There isn't much point in keeping to himself after all that.

Even if a part of him still wants to storm off and sulk for a while. Not much helping that either.]

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[Guy, unaware of all of this, just scoots close and wraps his arms around Asch. He's pretty cold still, but Guy and his blankets are still warm and he's more than happy to share the heat with Asch.]

Mmm, this is much better than sleeping apart.

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[Asch mumbles a vague agreement, pressing his face to the space between Guy's shoulder and neck before he speaks up properly.]

You want to go back to how we were before?

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Sure don't.

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...What? [SO CONFUSED.]

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You were upset with how things were before. Why would I want to go back to that?

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That's not- I just meant sharing a room, don't read so much into it!

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Oh- Ha ha! Yes, of course I'd like to share a room with you again. I was just waiting for you to bring it up.

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...Am I really that... [He trails off, scowling and concealing his face again. He's pretty sure he doesn't want to hear the answer to that.]

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That what? [Guy has since buried his face in Asch's hair and closed his eyes.]

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[....Mumble.] ...I wouldn't have said no.

[Maybe he can just crawl away and die now.]

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I know.

[Guy squeezes Asch a bit.] But I think it's better that you decided to come to me on your own. It means a lot to me.