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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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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.