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[Asch has a balled up blanket clutched tightly to himself, and he's walking very carefully towards home. He's glancing around, as if to make sure no one is watching as he carries whatever it is he's holding. He keeps looking back over his shoulder, also, as he has a feeling that he's being followed... But he always turns back to his blanket, making sure it's still safe. The blanket occasionally moves a bit, although whenever it does Asch is careful to move it back into place.]

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Anything you make... I like all your food.

Anything I make, huh? Should I make strawberry milk too?

If you want to.

I'll make it just for you.

...Thanks.

Good night. [And he's going to fall asleep right there.]

[snuggles up close to Guy before falling asleep himself]

[The next morning he woke up. It took him a while to realized, he's not in his world anymore, but in another world when he spot Asch sleeping right across him.

"So it wasn't a dream after all."

To wake his friend from his slumber, he calls out to him. He promised to eat breakfast with him after all. It's the least he can do since he offered him room and board for the night.]

Hey Asch.

[it takes him a bit, but he eventually sleepily blinks up at Guy]

Hey. Good morning.

...Hi.

You're still here.

Mmm. [He rubs his eyes.]

Do you think I'll disappear overnight or leave without saying anything?

I thought you would leave... The other Guys who stayed all did.

[Sleepily.] I'm sorry they left you.

It's not your fault...

Do they left without telling you?

Yeah...

[He pulls him into a hug.]

It's not your fault. They're just not loyal enough to you.

Because none of them are mine... I don't know why he hasn't come yet.

And have you been waiting for him all of this time?

Yeah... I saw him once, though, when I went back to Daath.

[At that Guy gets up.]

If he's not looking for you, then he's never your Guy.

He has to be looking for me though, he loves me. He just can't find the way here, just like no one can find the way out.

[Decides to ignore what he said and respond with a few moment of silence. He puts on his clothes and on his shoes.]

...You're leaving.