[He gives a curt nod, an attempt at a smile flickering forward before his expression slips straight back to that contemplative neutral.]
...No problem.
[He turns on his heel, slowly striding back to the room door and casually swinging it open as he calls back over his shoulder:]
Just knock if you need anything.
[And with that, he slips out and lets the door shut with a loud click, keeping his shoulders to the back of the door and his face down. Hopefully Asch would just have his time to reorganize his thoughts and leave; perhaps they could move on as they pleased after that.
Because at this very moment, Guy was not sure what exactly had happened... or if he was happy or angry or disappointed that he'd let himself do what he just did for the God-General. He wasn't sure, and it was that confusion that lingered in his stomach, keeping him leaning up against the doorway with arms tightly crossed over his chest.
To offer help... it seemed like the right thing to do. Right?
Mnnh. He hated him. Not in the way he hated his father. But he didn't enjoy being around him. But at the same time, this had just happened, and Guy had played along with it, and....
He exhales sharply with a grimace, head leaning back with a thud against the door. What the hell was he supposed to do with this kid?]
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...No problem.
[He turns on his heel, slowly striding back to the room door and casually swinging it open as he calls back over his shoulder:]
Just knock if you need anything.
[And with that, he slips out and lets the door shut with a loud click, keeping his shoulders to the back of the door and his face down. Hopefully Asch would just have his time to reorganize his thoughts and leave; perhaps they could move on as they pleased after that.
Because at this very moment, Guy was not sure what exactly had happened... or if he was happy or angry or disappointed that he'd let himself do what he just did for the God-General. He wasn't sure, and it was that confusion that lingered in his stomach, keeping him leaning up against the doorway with arms tightly crossed over his chest.
To offer help... it seemed like the right thing to do. Right?
Mnnh. He hated him. Not in the way he hated his father. But he didn't enjoy being around him. But at the same time, this had just happened, and Guy had played along with it, and....
He exhales sharply with a grimace, head leaning back with a thud against the door. What the hell was he supposed to do with this kid?]