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.... ~~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.

[Asch swallows hard, almost afraid to meet Guy's eyes.]

So... now what do we do.

[One thing has to be clear, and right away.]

I'm not leaving you.

[Asch's breath catches, trembling a little, a sliver of tension leaving him.]

O... okay. Okay...

[There's a pause before Guy hangs his head, scratching his hair with a nervous laugh.]

...besides that, I have no idea what we should do.

[With Guy's reassurance, Asch feels a little bolder; he edges over to where the blond is standing and slips his hand around Guy's, twining their fingers together and giving it a little squeeze.]

You're not alone there.

[In more ways than one.]

[Luke had run out of the house, probably in tears, and while Guy had to constantly push down the urge to chase after him and drag him somewhere safe, he knew it would only make things harder on the replica.

So instead, he turns to Asch, parted their hands and dragged him into a hug. He needed the comfort.]

[The relief Asch feels in the embrace is obvious from his body language; he relaxes, arms lifting to hold the older man back, resting his forehead against Guy's shoulder, voice faint.]

I'm sorry, Guy...

It's not your fault. [Guy presses his lips to Asch's hair.]

These things happen. We can't control everything.

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