dissonates | (no subject)

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.]

...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.]