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kukkijar2012-01-12 04:55 pm
fabrecation) wrote in kukkijar2012-01-12 04:55 pm
Luke fon Fabre; Appointments
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LOOOOSER
But Guy draws in on himself just slightly, giving Luke everything he needed to know about what Guy thought of it.
Luke was right. This really didn't help. Guy was confused and frustrated and angry. He got his revenge and it didn't help one bit.
Revenge never helps. Luke could never understand why people think it does... He turns his head, ignoring how his left collarbone and shoulder flare in pain, and opens his mouth to speak -
But the conversation shifts, and Luke is caught by surprise. Guy doesn't hate him... And those words actually cause Luke's brows to go up and for him to turn away, lips pressed together and hand moving to hold his left arm. The slight movement makes his shoulder protest, but he doesn't care. He needs something to hold on to.
It had been what he was afraid of all this time. The fact that this happened again, even though Ion had told him the reason behind it. The fact that Guy never answered his messages, even just to tell him he's fine. The fact that Xion looked so subdued after talking to Guy; Luke was relieved that he was okay, but...
It's as if a weight has been taken off of his shoulders. But somehow, he still feels a lot like crying again.
He'd been so afraid.]
YOU. ARE SUCH A JERK. WHY ARE WE FRIENDS.
The silence is, for once, unnerving. Guy makes the mistake of taking a stronger glance at Luke... and fighting back a grimace as he turns away.
This awkward attempt at an apology... it wasn't helping anything, was it...?
Hm.
...]
The offer still stands. If you want me gone, I can go.
BECAUSE YOU LOOOOVE ME
[The answer is immediate, even if his voice is a little shaky. He turns his head away slightly afterwards, a little embarrassed by his own voice.]
....Naaaa, that can't be it. 8|a
You say that even though you know this might happen again?
... 8(
[He swallows to get that damn shakiness out of his voice. Dammit.]
That... doesn't mean I don't trust you. You're my best friend, Guy. I've always trusted you. I don't know what I am to you, but - That doesn't matter. I still want to help you with this in any way I can... if you'll let me do it.
[He takes in a breath and finally straightens up again. He's ready for Guy to say no. He doesn't need help. But... that doesn't mean Luke won't try anyway.]
WHAT IS LOVE.
...Don't know what you are to--
[He cuts off his words with a rough scoff; a frustrated sound that was trying so hard not to be a laugh.]
You. Are. You. I told you that before, and geez, I'll tell you a million times if I have to. Until it's burnt into that thick head of yours, at least.
[His eyes soften.]
You're Luke. You're not just a Fabre. You're not just a replica, you're not trash, you're not an object. You're not just the sum of your mistakes.
You're a person. You're you, and you're my friend.
...heh.
My best friend.
[And there's that chipper smile. Or as best of an attempt as he can manage right now - it's very, very tired.]
...so don't go talking about yourself like you're worth any less than that.
BABY DON'T HURT ME...
Plus, this conversation shouldn't be about this. He told Guy he wanted to help, and that's what he wanted an answer for, not... the whole replica thing. He frowns down at the floor as a result.
But then his eyebrows raise up, his eyes widen, and his shoulder tenses.
You're you, and you're my friend.
...heh.
My best friend.
That... was mostly what Luke was afraid of. If Guy so readily attacked him, did he even think of Luke as his best friend anymore? Did he ever? It was as if everything he believed about their relationship was pushed down, and Guy not responding to any of his messages just dragged that belief through the mud despite how much Luke clung so desperately to it.
Then Guy started talking, and he was assured that he didn't hate Luke, but... that deeper question was still unanswered. Who is he to Guy? Just someone to take care of? Someone he's fond of? Someone he pities?
But no... there it was.
My best friend.
His lips press together and his hand clenches when he feels tears prick at his eyes, and then he turns, though he has to pause and cringe and grip his fingers into the sheets when his shoulder flares up. Still, he completes his trek by slowly leaning forward to rest his forehead against Guy's shoulder, and after a moment, he lets go of the sheets to grip between Guy's neck and shoulder.
He'd been so afraid...
And Guy is still his best friend. Luke is willing to do anything to help him with this... ugly mess they got pushed into. He just... wishes he could get that through Guy's thick skull.]
DON'T HURT ME NO MORE
Weight is shifted against the mattress as Guy turns. Just a little - just enough to keep Luke's head and hand on his shoulder and give himself a little more room. The hand closest to Luke raises off the bed, knuckles resting against the redhead's chest with a gentle tap of the wrist.
It was an action he'd done once before.
Back when this mess had first been a problem. When, despite what had happened, Luke had still promised to trust him, and asked Guy to trust in return.
Heh.]
...you really are an idiot.
[But his friend was the idiot, after all. Changes or messes or mistakes.]
WELL YOU ARE ARE HURTING ME
... Wait, he knows. This was... familiar. They'd done this before, when it happened on Auldrant. It wasn't nearly as bad on Auldrant, but all the same...
He lets out a quiet snort, and he moves his hand from Guy's shoulder to grip his hand instead.]
Maybe. But you are too.
[They're both idiots. But at least they know it, and at least they're still holding onto this friendship. They can make it.]
HURTING YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE TO USE TWO "ARE'S" APPARENTLY
[Guy's grip against Luke's hand strengthens, before loosening his fingers and bringing his hand up to rest on Luke's head, messing lightly with his hair.
His smile strengthens.]
Rest up. Get feeling better soon, alright?
[That's all he should be doing right now - while he's here, at least. Focus his energy on his recovery so he could get back into things as best as he could.
Guy couldn't do much else - nothing better than the healers here, for sure. It's probably why he's suddenly shifting his weight and rising to his feet. He wants to stay... but he should probably make himself scarce in case Xion decides to poke her head in again.]
... SHUT UP
... Wait, was Guy leaving? After he only just got here?
Luke grips Guy's sleeve and tugs, trying to bring his best friend towards him in an action to indicate that he wants him to stay.]
Wait, don't...
JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE IN PAIN DOESN'T MEAN ENGLISH SHOULD LEAVE YOU, KUKKI
Guy stops, glancing at Luke's arm with slight hesitation before letting out a long sigh. He shouldn't stay. He shouldn't. He can't, in a sense. If Xion saw him here, it would just be a mess.
But he does sit down on the bed with a weary little plop, sliding his hand up to remove Luke's from his sleeve and cupping it between his own palms.]
Focus on getting yourself better, Luke. For you. For Xion. For all the people that are worried about you right now... [Another hesitation, eyes flickering slightly.] ...For Asch.
Don't go thinking of what could have been different or what should be done in the future. You're just going to waste precious energy that you don't really have. So focus on what you can do. And right now, that's you getting better.
[His fingers squeeze gently, eyes softening.] Alright?
WHAT IT'S A PERFECTLY GOOD REASON
And he especially can't when he says Asch's name.
Luke had been trying so hard to just not think about it. Doing so just brings his focus to that empty feeling in his head - not just empty, gone. And him saying Asch's name...
He presses his lips together and grips Guy's hand. Why should he get better? Asch can't do it now. And it's his fault, isn't it...?
Still. He's... letting everyone else down like this. With this fog he has, it seems like the rest don't matter. But he knows they do. Guy's still his best friend. Xion's the love of his life. So many other people have visited him, wanting him to get better... And he just keeps moping.
So, he gently squeezes back.]
... Alright.