[Asch takes a moment to scrutinize Guy's expression, searchingly. He knows, just knows that he can't trust Guy at his word. So rarely is there honesty to be found in what he says, and Asch is tired of it. It's exhausting, picking out the truth in the middle of all the lies. And sometimes it's even a fruitless search to begin with.
For guy to actively seek him out though... not once, but twice... hrngh.
He doesn't like this. But he's getting the very distinct feeling that Guy won't just go away if this conversation doesn't happen. Sooner or later, he'll come back. Again, and again, until he gets what he wants.
Just... get the damn thing over with. Maybe then he'll leave you alone.
With a frustrated exhale, Asch stalks over to the edge of the bar and opens the divider to move to the other side of the counter. He lifts an arm to catch Buffy's attention, dragging on a long coat and pointing to the door, and finally starts towards it.]
Let's take a walk.
[No way is he having some sort of dramatic argument (he assumes it'll get there eventually) in the middle of a public bar.]
no subject
For guy to actively seek him out though... not once, but twice... hrngh.
He doesn't like this. But he's getting the very distinct feeling that Guy won't just go away if this conversation doesn't happen. Sooner or later, he'll come back. Again, and again, until he gets what he wants.
Just... get the damn thing over with. Maybe then he'll leave you alone.
With a frustrated exhale, Asch stalks over to the edge of the bar and opens the divider to move to the other side of the counter. He lifts an arm to catch Buffy's attention, dragging on a long coat and pointing to the door, and finally starts towards it.]
Let's take a walk.
[No way is he having some sort of dramatic argument (he assumes it'll get there eventually) in the middle of a public bar.]