[Guy doesn't hug him, not really. Doesn't think he should. Instead, he lowers his head until his chin rests atop of Asch's and screws his eyes shut. The hand on the hilt of his katana clenches it, and his free fist tightens before he opens it to settle it in Asch's hair just above his neck.]
Dunno what we're supposed to do now, but I can't just stop caring. Even if you tell me to.
[Guy can almost guess what's running through Asch's head, but he doesn't know how to say that he's no better off either, pretending not to care. If Asch had managed to tell him to go and mean it, maybe Guy could've kept that up for a few months. But he'd go crawling back, he knows it, because he can't just walk out on- on something like this. On Asch.
They might not ever be like what they were when they were happy, but Guy knows they're never again going to be like what they were when they weren't. He's not going to be like that again, not if he can help himself. Life's too easily taken for it.]
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Dunno what we're supposed to do now, but I can't just stop caring. Even if you tell me to.
[Guy can almost guess what's running through Asch's head, but he doesn't know how to say that he's no better off either, pretending not to care. If Asch had managed to tell him to go and mean it, maybe Guy could've kept that up for a few months. But he'd go crawling back, he knows it, because he can't just walk out on- on something like this. On Asch.
They might not ever be like what they were when they were happy, but Guy knows they're never again going to be like what they were when they weren't. He's not going to be like that again, not if he can help himself. Life's too easily taken for it.]