[The half-hearted nature of that smile is horribly obvious. Heck, the distraction and fatigue flickering through Luke's own expression was hardly avoidable, although Guy doesn't expect anything less. Not with everything that's happened. He... was honestly surprised that Luke searched him out.
Or that he was up and walking to begin with.
But, at the same time... it was Luke. Sitting here covered in bandages, arm and shoulder wrapped in a splint, eyes glazed over with that depressingly gentle smile. Still almost blindingly dedicated and trusting to his best friend.
Still sticking with him.
Even after...
...
He was about to open his mouth for another question - just something to try and get Luke's expression to change. Maybe suggest that he lie down to rest, or ask him about Asch.
But then the redhead takes a step forward, wrapping his arm around Guy's back and pressing his head down...
...
Guy can't help but hesitate.
After everything he had just read... after that poorly-timed wave of emotion he'd just ridden...
He feels so torn. So absolutely confused at why this friendship still held together like this.
Maybe it was stupidity.
But the need to give his best friend that simple, welcome comfort overrides his own ache of emotion and doubt. Luke needed so much - possibly a better excuse for a friend, if he would ever admit to it. But... that wasn't something to be argued right now. Right now, Luke had a different need, and it was one he was taking initiative to ask for.
He needed that sense of comfort.
Arms slowly slip forward to hook around Luke's waist, gently pressing him closer, even as Guy leans his head against that mop of red hair against his shoulder.]
Heh.
Welcome home, Luke.
[They were a mess. A horrible, ugly, battered mistake of a friendship.
But they were still together, weren't they...
Whether it was the right decision or not didn't really seem to matter for right now. Luke came back.
And Guy can't quite contain the relief... or the guilt... that is now hovering over him.]
/rises from the dead, here have some angsty brotimes again
Or that he was up and walking to begin with.
But, at the same time... it was Luke. Sitting here covered in bandages, arm and shoulder wrapped in a splint, eyes glazed over with that depressingly gentle smile. Still almost blindingly dedicated and trusting to his best friend.
Still sticking with him.
Even after...
...
He was about to open his mouth for another question - just something to try and get Luke's expression to change. Maybe suggest that he lie down to rest, or ask him about Asch.
But then the redhead takes a step forward, wrapping his arm around Guy's back and pressing his head down...
...
Guy can't help but hesitate.
After everything he had just read... after that poorly-timed wave of emotion he'd just ridden...
He feels so torn. So absolutely confused at why this friendship still held together like this.
Maybe it was stupidity.
But the need to give his best friend that simple, welcome comfort overrides his own ache of emotion and doubt. Luke needed so much - possibly a better excuse for a friend, if he would ever admit to it. But... that wasn't something to be argued right now. Right now, Luke had a different need, and it was one he was taking initiative to ask for.
He needed that sense of comfort.
Arms slowly slip forward to hook around Luke's waist, gently pressing him closer, even as Guy leans his head against that mop of red hair against his shoulder.]
Heh.
Welcome home, Luke.
[They were a mess. A horrible, ugly, battered mistake of a friendship.
But they were still together, weren't they...
Whether it was the right decision or not didn't really seem to matter for right now. Luke came back.
And Guy can't quite contain the relief... or the guilt... that is now hovering over him.]