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[Sigh. You dumb kid. Guy takes Asch's hand and squeezes; they aren't going to get very far if Asch thinks he has to ask permission to touch him.]

I've never thought of it that way.

[He's not used to touching, Guy :| Be nice. Asch squeezes back, lacing their fingers together and smiling veeeery faintly.]

I used to like thunderstorms as a kid, even if they kind of scared me.

Sleeping in Dist's chair. [Resting his cheek atop Asch's hair instead, kind of letting his lips touch it.] Because it smelled like fontech.

... Yeah. [Asch can't help but chuckle softly at that.] Because it smelled like you.

[Guy untangles his hand from Asch's to reach around him and pull him to his side, fingers sliding into Asch's hair.]

...I'm sorry.

[Asch blushes a little, leaning against him more.]

Why?

For lying to you. [This is officially a hug now.]

[Asch hesitates for a second before just sort of melting into it, closing his eyes.]

... I can't blame you.

Even so. [Guy can't really argue that point, though, and instead just falls silent and enjoys the closeness. Asch is nice to hug when he's not bristling.]

[Asch is quiet again for a while with him, mulling things over, before laughing briefly, the sound a little forced.]

Is it still worth a try?

[Exasperated Guy is exasperated. So he just kisses Asch's forehead. Yes, stupid. It's worth a try.]

[Blush Asch is blushy. :|]

S... sorry. I shouldn't have asked.

Ask if you need to. [Yeah Guy kind of wants to kiss Asch. Hair smells good.]

I shouldn't need to when you're showing me like this. [Asch might let him. He's comfy.]

Well, I understand it's a lot to get used to. [Guy kind of shifts a little bit, so that his lips are more on Asch's cheek than his hair.]

I've never done anything like this. Couldn't really afford to think about it. [Asch feels that little shift, Guy, and he's curious now, tugging back a bit and lifting his eyes to meet Guy's.]

[Guy's resting his forehead against yours, Asch, and closing his eyes. You might notice he seems a little anxious.]

[Hoshit. Uhhhh. Asch is uneasy. DOES HE HAVE TO MAKE FIRST MOVE.]

[Erm. Breathe. Wait. Hesitate. Hokay.]

[Okay that was easier than expected. Not very long, as someone's shy and doesn't know what the hell he's doing, and thus pulls back after a minute, blushing like mad.]

... Guy...

[Well that was nice.]

Eh heh heh...

[Okay, so Guy wasn't criticizing his lack of makeout skills. This is a good sign. Or maybe the laugh was a bad sign? Wait. Okay paranoia go away.]

... Is that... good or bad?

[He did say it was alright to ask, after all. Right?]

Good 'eh heh.' That was a good one. [Okay now Guy is fuzzy and playing with Asch's hair yo.]

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