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I...do care about you, Asch. And I want what we have to become something really-...important, really special, I really do...I'm just not sure how to go about doing it.

We stagnated...I know. And it's my fault.

...please forgive me...and give me a little time to stop fumbling around like an idiot.

...Thank you.

For taking me seriously.

I'm sorry if it seems like I don't. You aren't a toy or a game to me, Asch. You're very important.

Just...making things lighthearted...helps me not to worry. I'll tone it down.

... I like it when you make things lighthearted. When it's like that, I... feel like I don't hate everything. Like maybe I can be normal. It's getting easier, every time.

But jokes won't fix everything. I'm going to take this seriously, Guy - I expect the same of you.

I know.

I'm sorry. I'll try harder.

.... ~~Am I~~ Is it still worth the trouble?

Definitely. [No hesitation there. He might not be as messed up as you, Asch, but Guy recognizes that he has his own issues to work out.]

.....

...Good answer.

Will you come home?

Yeah, I'll leave early.

I'll be here.

[And Asch is tromping sorta quietly through the door a few hours later; he didn't want to ditch a commitment entirely, but it wasn't horribly busy, so he stayed as long as he could tolerate it before excusing himself. He's definitely not cut out for bartending.]

[Guy's cleaning up in the kitchen, obviously not in the best of moods.

He and Luke had a fight, and then that whole thing with Asch...it has been an emotionally draining day.]

[Hearing the noise, Asch hangs up his coat and heads into the kitchen to check on him.]

...Hey.

[After what Luke had said -true as it was- Guy was just not in the mood to see anyone. But he'd asked Asch to come home, and he wasn't about to ignore him again after doing that. So he musters a smile and sends it Asch's way.]

Hey. Are you hungry? I can make something for you.

[... Okay, not exactly the greeting he'd expected after Guy had asked him to return.]

...Not really. Guy, what happened?

[So Guy was planning on saying "nothing" but the moment his mouth opens it just pops out. Shakily.]

Luke and I fought. It ended badly.

[Asch hesitates, lips pursing. He hadn't expected that. Luke and Guy didn't exactly make a habit of arguing.]

Why'd you fight...?

He knows about us. And...he's mad. [And Guy had ignored him too, apparently, but there was no need to share that with Asch.]

[Asch fidgets, feet shuffling a little uneasily. He'd had a feeling, but... to hear it said aloud...

He wants to go to Guy, to hold him or comfort him or do something, but he knows he couldn't handle it if Guy pushed him away.]

...Dammit...

[Luke wanted him to leave Asch. Guy didn't need a mindlink to be able to tell that.

He hangs his head, fingers clenching into fists on the countertops.]

That about sums it up.

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