[Guy recognizes the grove as that place that white wolf had always hung around, the one Asch had inexplicably bonded with. The one that sometimes just walked right into their house and waited for him to feed her. It's a nice place; a beautiful place even, the trees healthy and strong and lush, though the branches are mostly bare and the grass is still cold and damp in places. A few makeshift stone benches have since been added and Guy brushes off one of them before sitting down and resting the bottle on the stone next to his hip. He doesn't move to open it.
Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, Guy picks at the fingertips of his gloves before looking up at Asch, who already seems tense. The set of his shoulders is tight, the lines on his face deep.] Hey. ...do you want me to start?
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Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, Guy picks at the fingertips of his gloves before looking up at Asch, who already seems tense. The set of his shoulders is tight, the lines on his face deep.] Hey. ...do you want me to start?