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...yeah. That's enough.

[Guy stands, but isn't letting Asch off that easily. He tugs a glove off with his teeth and swiftly moves to press his palm against Asch's forehead before the teenager can duck away.]

[Asch jumps slightly at the contact, blushing slightly and narrowing his eyes in irritation. If Guy's looking for a fever, he won't find one - instead, Asch's skin is cold, like he'd been out in a wind chill for a while.]

Guy, if you're worrying, don't bother...

[Pursing his lips, Guy touches the back of his hand to Asch's cheek, testing his temperature there, too.]

[Aaaand no difference there. Asch gets an irked look and tugs his cheek away.]

Cut it out.

[Guy huffs and draws his hand back, slowly climbing to his feet and moving for the door.]

I'll be right back.

...Hn.

[Asch's hands fist slightly in the blanket, and he looks away, not really keen on responding. Though knowing Guy, there was a chance he'd get drilled later on. Still, it was probably better than asking the replica.]

[It's a decent while later, but Guy returns with a blanket over his arm and a bowl of (chicken) soup in hand, setting the bowl on the nightstand to spread the blanket over Asch.]

[Asch blinks, having not expecting the extra blanket, and settles back a bit, muttering a 'thank you' in a grudging but grateful tone.]

You didn't have to do that.

[Guy doesn't look over at Asch as he smooths the blanket over him, taking a peculiarly long time to straighten it.]

If you aren't even generating enough body heat to keep your skin warm, then we need to keep you warm this way instead.

[Asch narrows his eyes, though he doesn't really protest. He knows Guy has a point, but he doesn't want to just say it outright.]

It's temporary. I'll be fine tomorrow.

[Admittedly that's one thing he doesn't know, but like hell he'd tell Guy otherwise.]

Then we'll take the blanket off tomorrow. [For Asch's grumpiness, Guy offers him a cheeky smile and sits down to take the bowl onto his lap.]

...F... fine. Tomorrow, then.

[Asch brushes the issue aside and reaches out to Guy, gesturing for the blond to give him the bowl. It looked appealing (most of Guy's cooking did, besides the seafood) and he was hungry.]

[Guy tugs the bowl away, dipping the spoon into it and touching it to Asch's lips with a lifted brow.]

[Asch grits his teeth, eyes narrowing again.]

I'm not a kid, Guy!

[Exasperated, Guy let the spoon fall against the side of the bowl with a quiet little 'tink.']

No, you're not. You're a sick person. Put your pride away for an hour, please, or I'll pin you down and pour this down your throat instead.

......

[Asch glares for a moment, reviewing his options and not liking them at all. He could argue, or even fight, but it would probably cause a mess, and he wasn't so stupid that he had to fight over getting fed just once. ... As long as the replica didn't see it. So after the moment had passed, he relaxed his posture, sighing through his nose, then nodded.]

...Fine.

[Guy watches Asch for a moment before sighing, lifting the spoon again to his lips expectantly, voice barely even a murmur.]

Luke isn't here.

[Asch hesitates, then accepts the spoonful, giving himself a moment to swallow.]

I know that.

[Ever since his kidnapping, his connection with Luke had been growing stronger. He hardly had to tap at their linked fon slots for him to know where the replica was.]

[Guy hums, feeding Asch in silence for a little while longer before settling the spoon down, looking at him.]

...so are you going to tell me?

Asch tenses a little, looking irritated, and licks his lips to delay his reponse even a little.]

Tell you what?

Do you think I'm stupid?

[Asch receives a deadpan look with this.]

....

[Asch frowns and looks away, hands clenching yet again in the blankets.]

You already know what's going on.

[Guy draws a sharp breath.]

Is this just...just a bad day, or...?

[Asch closes his eyes.]

I don't know yet. That's why I said to wait until tomorrow.

...I see. [Guy sets the bowl on the nightstand, head down.]

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