[Asch opens his mouth to respond, but before a single word can leave his lips he spots Guy watching them, close enough for the glare to be all too obvious. His eyes waver for a moment - just a moment, just long enough for that same pain to flare to life within them - before they harden once more, all semblance of relaxation that he'd developed during the conversation gone.
He hadn't forgotten, no. He hadn't forgotten that any meeting they might have, even if he wanted to do such a thing, would be shadowed like this. That pain in his chest is back, and he's burying it as best as he can, but already there's a part of him that is pleading for an escape. Get out. Leave Luke. Don't just sit here and accept the hate.
"The next time I pick a fight with you, fight back."]
....Don't count on it.
[Despite the words being aimed at Luke, his gaze is fixated on Guy, half-cowed, half-challenging. He knows Guy. He knows him well enough to get that message. It hurts, but he knows.
Why is it my fault... when he chased me?
It isn't fair. But then, it's never been fair- not when Guy is involved. Not when Luke is involved with Guy. And he's reminded, yet again, with only a single look, why he had to leave. Even if Guy hadn't moved in - and by now he surely has, seeing the apartment again had told him that much - he'd have lived under that scrutiny every day, wouldn't he...?
I'm the enemy. I'm the foe, the real Fabre, the killer.
And if that's what he thinks of me, then that's what I'll be.]
[action!!] JERK
He hadn't forgotten, no. He hadn't forgotten that any meeting they might have, even if he wanted to do such a thing, would be shadowed like this. That pain in his chest is back, and he's burying it as best as he can, but already there's a part of him that is pleading for an escape. Get out. Leave Luke. Don't just sit here and accept the hate.
"The next time I pick a fight with you, fight back."]
....Don't count on it.
[Despite the words being aimed at Luke, his gaze is fixated on Guy, half-cowed, half-challenging. He knows Guy. He knows him well enough to get that message. It hurts, but he knows.
Why is it my fault... when he chased me?
It isn't fair. But then, it's never been fair- not when Guy is involved. Not when Luke is involved with Guy. And he's reminded, yet again, with only a single look, why he had to leave. Even if Guy hadn't moved in - and by now he surely has, seeing the apartment again had told him that much - he'd have lived under that scrutiny every day, wouldn't he...?
I'm the enemy. I'm the foe, the real Fabre, the killer.
And if that's what he thinks of me, then that's what I'll be.]