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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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[Stupid Guy, stupid self. He's not going to admit it, but he is going to reach out and grab your hand, holding a little more tightly than normal. Just a silly fever, that's all it was. Nothing to get freaked out about.]

[You stubborn punk. Guy squeezes Asch's hand in return and just lays his journal on his lap, perusing and generally catching up.]

[After a while Asch leans over, half-resting against Guy, though not putting much weight on him since he's sick and all, peering down at the journal with him. He's not sure about what to say - still no good at that - so he just gives Guy some time to read. All he really wanted was the company, anyway.]

[And Guy kisses his temple. Nothing intense, just a little reassurance.]

[Asch is quiet for a while, thinking, until finally he speaks up again, voice faint.]

...Sorry.

Huh? [Guy blinks, turning to face Asch a little better. He hadn't expected that.]

[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...?

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