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Guy, come to my room for a minute.

[This is not a request. :|]

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That's not how you ask.

I didn't ask.

Oh, Asch.

What? It's not like it's far away or anything.

Well, it's the principle of the thing.

I guess I've gotten spoiled, lately.

... I don't get you.

I know.

[Action]

[Since Asch is gonna demand Guy's presence, Guy's just gonna walk right on in. Yo.]

....

[Asch is chilling out in bed, looking tired and sort of disgruntled.]

...Sorry.

[Dragging over a chair to Asch's beside and plopping into it, Guy gives Asch an inquisitive smile.]

What for?

[Asch gives Guy a measuring look, then glances away, shrugging his shoulders.]

Nothing, I guess. Are you free for a little while?

Yeah, of course. [Getting a little more concerned, Guy kind of tilts his chair back onto the two back legs, folding his arms.]

Everything okay?

...I don't know yet.

[Asch hesitates for a moment, still not looking at Guy, then manages to mutter a response.]

Can you make me some food?

[Guy slowly lowers his chair back to all four legs.]

...Asch, what's wrong?

[Asch hesitates again, looking reluctant.]

I'm hungry, isn't that enough?

[A rather pathetic dodge, but his pride wasn't allowing him to answer more honestly just yet.]

...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.]

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