[Asch doesn't respond to that; he doesn't know what to say, how to express the fact that the very idea of talking to Guy right now makes his blood run cold. Hell, he doesn't want to express it. It's still weak, pitiful, and an insult against himself to be this... open. Vulnerable.
...Ugh. He doesn't want to think about this anymore - not what happened, not Guy - so he shoves it stubbornly from his mind. Reluctantly he lets himself slump against Luke, feeling drained, the mental and emotional drama taking quite a toll on his energy. He lifts a cautious hand to seek out his replica- it makes contact with his shoulder, then his neck, chest, then- arm. The sling. He pauses there, not lifting his head - looking would be pointless, he still sees nothing but black - but there's a flicker of something in the link. Irritation. Misery. Concern?
"You're still hurt."
He doesn't trust his voice this time. It might betray too much.]
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...Ugh. He doesn't want to think about this anymore - not what happened, not Guy - so he shoves it stubbornly from his mind. Reluctantly he lets himself slump against Luke, feeling drained, the mental and emotional drama taking quite a toll on his energy. He lifts a cautious hand to seek out his replica- it makes contact with his shoulder, then his neck, chest, then- arm. The sling. He pauses there, not lifting his head - looking would be pointless, he still sees nothing but black - but there's a flicker of something in the link. Irritation. Misery. Concern?
"You're still hurt."
He doesn't trust his voice this time. It might betray too much.]