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If anyone's still worried about Guy, he's doing better now. Because he's out of commission, though, Good Spirits is closed until further notice. Unless Meryl feels like looking after it on her own. Whatever, it's not important.

Guy

I need to ta

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...That's all I've got to say.

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[Asch isn't looking at him.]

You spent so much time in the cold because of me, and now you're sick. So I'm sorry.

[So much t...is Asch referring to that stint in the doorway?]

...what?

When I was Lorelei. How long were you sitting in the snow like that? You could've caught anything.

I didn't get sick until after that. And then I got sicker because of my own stupid fault, Asch, that wasn't you.

[Obviously doubtful.]

...You said you never got sick.

I was wrong.

[Guy grins lopsidedly and reaches up to tap Asch's cheek.] But I'm okay now. Chin up.

[Asch withholds a sigh, closing his eyes and leaning back. He can try, for Guy's sake.]

I don't like it when people get sick. Don't be so reckless anymore.

[Maybe not a good idea to ask this, but he might as well.]

...because of Her Grace?

.....

[His expression pretty much says it all. He misses Momma.]

[Guy drags a hand through his hair.]

Sorry. I'll be more careful.

[Asch closes his eyes. Feels good.]

...Okay.

[Cuddle time; Guy's still reading but he's tugging Asch against him. Also, Asch is very warm and cozy. Win/win situation here.]

[Mm, cuddles. Asch may or may not doze off for a while; silly boy, he's supposed to be watching the sick one he ordered to rest.]

[Yeah, said sick one is not dozing off and just letting Asch fall asleep against him, even moving Asch's head to his lap so that he's more comfortable, petting his hair.]

[ZzzZzz.]

[....wat.]

...Guy?

'Morning. [Not really, but who cares?]

...Doubtful. [Asch sits up a bit, brushing back his hair.] How long was I...?

Just twenty minutes or so. Not very long; but you must need the sleep if you dozed off that easily. [Guy knows you stayed awake at his bedside when he was having trouble breathing, Asch.]

[Of course he did, he'd be a terrible boyfriend otherwise. Not that he thinks he's a particularly great one, but he knows he has a good thing going here.]

...I'm fine. What about you? Can you eat anything yet?

[Dilemma. Guy could lie and say no and try to force Asch to go back to sleep. Tempting him with cuddles could work, as long as he didn't phrase it like that.

On the other hand, he was hungry, he did think he could eat, and he needed to eat to regain his strength and get well so that Asch would stop worrying and -from the look of things- stop being so snippy to other people.]

...I can probably eat something. I don't think I should eat a lot, though.

[Oh, good, a chance to be useful. Asch nods idly and slips out of bed, giving Guy's hand a light squeeze.]

I'll make something small. Just wait here for a while.

I can go in the kitchen and help! [Guy calls after Asch, knowing he'll just be told to shut up and stay put anyhow. Ignore the coughs following that shout, please.]

Shut up and stay in bed!

[Ahh, so predictable. But that's okay. Off to the kitchen to get some food! Since soup is good for most illnesses, Asch is going to whip up a nice fancy ramen-esque seafood broth. And it will taste damned delicious. ... To Guy, of course.

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