[It's late at night by the time Luke makes it back to the apartment. He spent the entire day by Asch's side, not leaving for any reason, helping him get around and to let him see through his eyes.
Now, Asch is finally asleep, and Luke spent more time to watch his chest rise and fall and making sure that Asch was deeply asleep. After that, though, Luke needed to go back to the apartment. The horror in his stomach never left, and he just... needed some time. To get his strength back after it was lost for so long, because he knew Asch would need it. To sleep in his own bed. To... be with Guy for a little while. They had reconciled while Luke himself was in the clinic, and... right now, even knowing that Guy was the reason behind Asch's penalty, he just. Needed to spend some time with his best friend.
He still has the key; it had been beside his bed at the clinic, as if telling him that he should move and get some life back in him. And now, here he is. At first he knocks quietly, and when he doesn't receive a response, he fumbles for the key and does his best to open the door with his usable hand, his less dominant hand. And it's pretty clear how much he favors his left hand over his right, considering how long it takes for him just to get the key in the slot and turn it correctly.
And once he's inside, he's quiet. Maybe Guy's asleep. It was pretty late, after all. He didn't want to wake Guy up just because of some stupid little need for companionship.]
[May 20th]
Now, Asch is finally asleep, and Luke spent more time to watch his chest rise and fall and making sure that Asch was deeply asleep. After that, though, Luke needed to go back to the apartment. The horror in his stomach never left, and he just... needed some time. To get his strength back after it was lost for so long, because he knew Asch would need it. To sleep in his own bed. To... be with Guy for a little while. They had reconciled while Luke himself was in the clinic, and... right now, even knowing that Guy was the reason behind Asch's penalty, he just. Needed to spend some time with his best friend.
He still has the key; it had been beside his bed at the clinic, as if telling him that he should move and get some life back in him. And now, here he is. At first he knocks quietly, and when he doesn't receive a response, he fumbles for the key and does his best to open the door with his usable hand, his less dominant hand. And it's pretty clear how much he favors his left hand over his right, considering how long it takes for him just to get the key in the slot and turn it correctly.
And once he's inside, he's quiet. Maybe Guy's asleep. It was pretty late, after all. He didn't want to wake Guy up just because of some stupid little need for companionship.]