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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Luke...? I want to talk to you about something...

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[reluctantly stops tugging]

[fononfailure]

*starts searching for a bathroom, glancing at him occasionally.* Doing okay..?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Yeah...

[fononfailure]

...here we go. *stops in front of the bathroom, crouching down.* Is it alright if I wait here for you?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I guess so... I might take a while, though.

[fononfailure]

...if you take too long, I'm going to come in and make sure you're okay.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...It just takes longer with my arm hurt. That's all.

[fononfailure]

I still don't want anything to happen to you, Asch.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I'll be fine, though... I'll just be using it.

[fononfailure]

...alright. But if you hurt yourself, I'm going to do the same thing to myself.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[looks up at her, staring with eyes wide open] You can't...!

[fononfailure]

I can. That way you won't have to hurt alone...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Fine. I won't go, then.

[fononfailure]

So you were going to hurt yourself.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[doesn't respond, just looking down at the ground]

[fononfailure]

*pulls him into a hug.* I'm sorry I couldn't keep you from feeling that way..

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...It's not your fault... There's something wrong with me...

[fononfailure]

That's not your fault, either. He made you this way and we'll help to change that.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...He broke me... [starts to look up at her before deciding against it, looking away and biting his lip]

[fononfailure]

*gently places a couple of fingers on his chin, turning his head back towards her.* He didn't break you. You only need to keep being strong to overcome what you've been through.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[looking through her more than at her, biting his lip hard enough to break the skin]

[fononfailure]

Asch.. please talk to me.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head, lip now bleeding]

[fononfailure]

Asch. *reaches out to run her thumb along his lip.*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[pulls away]