[The words cut into him, because while a part of him (the part that's grown with Asch these past few years, the part that's been buried but still calls out to him on occasion) knows, knows why Asch is saying that, the other believes that Asch is lashing out at him, because he's a replica, trash, dreck, the one who took everything away from him. He winces as a result, and his hands fall slightly, hovering as if unsure whether to move forward or pull back.
With Asch in the state he's in now, Luke wants to defy all that and press Asch's face to his shoulder, look away so that he can weep if he needs to. But...
Luke bites his lip, and he curls his fingers as he slowly pulls his hands back until they rest lightly against his lap. He looks away, too, physically turns his head away to look at their battlefield instead. That hidden part of him knows that Asch never, ever wants to be seen like this, least of all by Luke. So, he doesn't look.]
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With Asch in the state he's in now, Luke wants to defy all that and press Asch's face to his shoulder, look away so that he can weep if he needs to. But...
Luke bites his lip, and he curls his fingers as he slowly pulls his hands back until they rest lightly against his lap. He looks away, too, physically turns his head away to look at their battlefield instead. That hidden part of him knows that Asch never, ever wants to be seen like this, least of all by Luke. So, he doesn't look.]
... Then I won't.