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....No.

You should already know that.

The well good for you?

I'll see you there.

[Okay, so maybe Guy's a little eager to see Asch again. But after all, it had been a very trying time, and Asch had just...passed away, like that.

It was worse, much worse than having loved ones taken quickly. Compounded by the fact that Guy couldn't do anything to stop it. So when he approaches the well Guy takes a seat on the edge, leg jiggling impatiently as he waits for Asch to show up.]

[Asch isn't wasting too much time either, and he's rather thrilled to be on his feet again without feeling exhausted. He feels different, but he assumes that's part of being revived. He spots the well - and Guy, of course - before too long, and picks up the pace a little, striding over towards the blond.]

...I'm back.

[Guy had actually been planning to give Asch something a little snarky, maybe a jab or two for dying. Just as payback, nothing really hurtful.

Instead he found himself jogging up to Asch and wrapping him in a hug, chin on the teen's shoulder.]

[Asch isn't sure what he'd been expecting when he'd gone to meet with Guy.

A hug was most definitely not in the running.]

G-Guy... what...?

[Guy speaks in a whisper, turning his head away to he doesn't breathe right into Asch's hair. That's just a little uncomfortable, but- Well, Guy usually wasn't one to act on impulse. This is just as much foreign territory for him as it was for Asch.]

I said I missed you.

[Asch hesitates, trying to decide just what he's feeling about all of this, then finally lifts his arms to hold Guy back, fingers curling slightly in the material of his vest.]

...I... know. And I said thanks...

[He has no idea what else he's supposed to do. He hasn't hugged anyone of his own volition for a very long time.]

[Guy waits for just a moment longer before slowly letting go, pulling back and holding Asch at arm's length to give him a very thorough once-over. Just to make sure he's all right.]

[Asch is once again surprised, but it's a pleasant one, so even under the scrutiny he responds with a very faint smile.]

I'm alright, Guy. I... actually feel better than I have in months.

[Asch usually went silent when he wasn't feeling well, rather than trying to lie and cover it up. Also...Guy could just tell. Relaxing just a fraction, Guy releases Asch and gives him a nod.]

All right. Let's get back inside then, it's freezing out here.

[Asch nods without argument, relaxing as well. Guy accepts his reassurance; that helps things a great deal. It means he looks better, and Asch doesn't want to look sickly or weak anymore. He hated the way he'd died. It wasn't going to happen again.]

What did I miss?

A lot of nothing. Strange things have been going on, but...well, I mean, after a while it kind of blurs together, doesn't it?

[Guy doesn't bother telling Asch that he hadn't been motivated to do much of anything the past week.]

Strange things are always happening here. I'm probably lucky for missing out.

Probably. [Guy reaches over to ruffle Asch's hair, not quite sure why. But the touch feels natural.]

[Asch blinks at the touch, staring over at Guy, pausing in mid-step. It took him a moment to recover, eyes averted, blushing faintly.]

You seem kind of different.

Yeah?

[Guy strokes his chin for a moment in thought.]

...then I guess we match.

....

[Asch is quiet for a moment once more, glancing sidelong at him as he starts walking again.]

Yeah. I guess we do.

[Guy smiles, ducking his head a bit and swinging his arms at his side as they walk.

His hand brushes against Asch's.]

[And as soon as it does, Asch grabs ahold of it, clinging for dear life. The reaction is instantaneous and childish, yet he can't stop himself or even bring himself to withdraw. He'd just been dead for Lorelei's sake.

Maybe this one small thing, when no one else is looking, can be allowed.]

[To be honest...Guy had been half-expecting it. Asch never said anything, never said when he was tired, needed food, warmth, comfort. Never let people know whether he was suffering or not, or if he needed a friendly arm or ear. Never told anyone.

So Guy would just have to do his damnedest to tell just by looking. His fingers close around Asch's in response, and he gives the teenager's hand a reassuring squeeze. I'm here.]

[With that tiny gesture, Asch breaks a little. His throat constricts, his fingers tighten, holding on almost to the point of being painful. There's a smile frozen on his lips that could never be shaken, never be torn away, because it's Guy doing this - Guy, who hates him, who wants to kill him, who missed him, who grieved his death. Guy, who's holding his hand and telling him without saying it out loud that it's okay. That he's there, and he's not going anywhere. That Asch doesn't have to go anywhere. His eyes are burning and it hurts, but it feels good, too. It feels normal. Human.

I'm not going to cry. I'm not a child. I'm not the goddamned replica.

And he chants it like a religious mantra in his head, not even realizing that he already is.]

[Guy holds in a sigh at the quiet sound of Asch desperately muffling a sob. Honestly. He turned sharply and tugged Asch along, pulling more insistantly when there was a bit of resistance. Stringing the redhead along until they reached a small, enclosed alley between two houses and a clutch of trees, Guy leaned back against a wall and set a hand on Asch's head to tug the teen's face against his chest.]

C'mon, before we get home.

G-Guy, I'm not--

[Asch shudders at the touch, trembling against him, face buried to Guy's shirt. He grasps the other man's shirt as best as he can with shaking hands, and curses between clenched teeth, eyes shut to try and block it all out. He's being such a fool. Why the hell is Guy tolerating this? It makes no sense. He's stronger than this. He's not the replica.

Why the hell am I doing this?!]

I hate this. I hate it! Goddammit...!

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