[he's certainly predictable, isn't he. The grip on Luke's hand relaxes, enough that he could pull free if he wanted to. But Asch just rests his head against his knees again, still looking away. It takes a few moments before he answers, voice quiet]
I can hardly get rid of you when I don't want you near me, but the one time I do and you want to leave? Make up your mind.
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I can hardly get rid of you when I don't want you near me, but the one time I do and you want to leave? Make up your mind.