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[losthispath.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting in the kitchen, face buried in his hands. and he's sneezing sometimes. Yes, he's got a cold. No he won't admit it.]

...Why are there no apples left in here?

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I know... But they're too different. They grew up different from mine... There's only one like him. You're still littler, though, so you're still like him.

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

I see... [rubs the back of his head but sneezes after a few seconds]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Are you alright?

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

Yes, don't worry Asch. [chuckles] I'm just not doing well right now.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Are you sick?

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

[...just can't lie to this Asch] ...Yes. But don't worry. I'll be fine in no time.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Okay...

...Can I take care of you?