[Asch isn't sure how to take that comment, mulling it over in silence. It suits him? Standing behind a counter, mixing drinks, washing dishes?
Taking orders?
Serving people?
He doesn't know exactly what Luke means. He doesn't know if it's correct, either. The bar isn't home - and neither is Luceti - and it never will be. Home is beyond him. It's been out of his reach since that day, more than ten years ago now, that he was stolen from his bed and taken away from the manor forever. One single visit with his parents and the insistence of his replica can't change that. The bar isn't where he belongs, but it's his. It was Guy's, from back when Guy actually- you know, gave a damn. And things may have changed, but he remembers. He loses everything, but he remembers everything, too.
He glances at Luke, briefly, seeing him move as if to leave. Asch doesn't stop him, and after a moment he glances away again, his hand resting on the bar counter. His fingers curl, almost possessive, but also... unsure. He draws comfort from the cool polished wood, though his expression doesn't change.]
...I didn't invite you. I just-
[He's not ready to let this Luke in yet. Not again, not when there's still so much tension, so much awkwardness, so much loss. The difference he'd felt in the fonic link had been enough to show him that.
But he's not ready to let it go, either.]
...It's a public building. You can come here whenever you want.
Re: action; what about puns?
Taking orders?
Serving people?
He doesn't know exactly what Luke means. He doesn't know if it's correct, either. The bar isn't home - and neither is Luceti - and it never will be. Home is beyond him. It's been out of his reach since that day, more than ten years ago now, that he was stolen from his bed and taken away from the manor forever. One single visit with his parents and the insistence of his replica can't change that. The bar isn't where he belongs, but it's his. It was Guy's, from back when Guy actually- you know, gave a damn. And things may have changed, but he remembers. He loses everything, but he remembers everything, too.
He glances at Luke, briefly, seeing him move as if to leave. Asch doesn't stop him, and after a moment he glances away again, his hand resting on the bar counter. His fingers curl, almost possessive, but also... unsure. He draws comfort from the cool polished wood, though his expression doesn't change.]
...I didn't invite you. I just-
[He's not ready to let this Luke in yet. Not again, not when there's still so much tension, so much awkwardness, so much loss. The difference he'd felt in the fonic link had been enough to show him that.
But he's not ready to let it go, either.]
...It's a public building. You can come here whenever you want.