[Guy watches Asch for a bit before, seemingly on impulse, he reaches forward and strokes Asch's bangs out of his face. He was brought back to when Asch was only six -or was it seven?- and had a horrible fever. Guy had been placed at his bedside, and even then, even when -at merely eleven years old- he'd been so fixated on thoughts of revenge, he hadn't been able to help the pity when the boy had whimpered in his sleep.
Asch was no longer a child, and would certainly resent any bit of pity that he so much as sensed coming from another person, but...]
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Asch was no longer a child, and would certainly resent any bit of pity that he so much as sensed coming from another person, but...]
It's all right. I'll look after you.