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Luke had attempted to make a point of not remaining horrified or frightened for very long, and by and large he was doing an okay job of it. Though quieter than usual, he had quickly regained the ability to converse normally, so long as the subject stayed far away from the incident in the warehouse. He was already starting to feel guilty about taking advantage of Yuri's charity, but if he returned to the hotel then he would have to face Emil and Guy, and he simply didn't feel as though he could do that. His guilt was somewhat eased, though, by the fact that he had been assigned the task of keeping up with the dishes. And damn did he hate washing those things, but he supposed it wasn't much of a price to pay given what he was receiving in return. Whatever.

Whatever indeed, until the task presented itself again. He stood absently at the sink, fulfilling his assignment with surprising diligence, the white noise of running water drowned out by earbuds pushing their music into his head. Soundlessly he mouthed the lyrics; recently, it was almost rare to see him without his mp3 in use, sometimes even humming quietly with the music when he became disconnected enough from his surroundings. The sound at the door went completely unnoticed.

The door opened and there was Yuri inviting him in. Guy raised a hand in greeting, replying with a friendly "Hey," but he stopped at Yuri's next statement. Guy's gaze followed where Yuri gestured and he was surprised to find Luke there, appearing to be washing dishes. Eyes widening, Guy stepped in hurriedly and made his way over to his younger friend. "Luke, there you are! I haven't seen you for days!" Before he reached the red-head, Guy paused and turned around, addressing Yuri with confusion written in his expression. "Wait, has he been with you this entire time?"

"Yep," Yuri replied to Guy's question nonchalantly as he took up Luke's sword again, tossing it in the air and letting it spin a few times before catching it by the hilt once more. This was a nice sword.

He then sat back in his window spot again and continued cleaning the blade, leaving the two of them alone unless spoken to.

He came to realize that he was looking at the ground and promptly redirected his gaze to meet Guy's, as difficult as it was. His eyes would wander away once more before too long. "What, something's gotta be up for a guy to want a change of pace? It's nothing." He gave his best effort to keep a nonchalance to his tone, but the effect was certainly impacted by his continued inability to keep eye contact. "If you wanna know about that," he jerked a thumb in Yuri's direction at mention of the dishes thing, "talk to that guy. His idea." In fact, just talk to that guy in general. He was better conversation anyway, probably. Anything to get out of this confrontation.

Luke's argument was admittedly somewhat sound, but Guy still didn't buy it. If Luke was compliantly performing chores, even at the request of the master of the household, Guy knew that something was amiss. Luke hardly ever did chores, and even when he did, it was almost always met with grumbling or complaints. Guy took a deep breath, trying his best to remain patient with his friend.

"Luke, come on. We both know that I know you better than that. If something's bothering you, then I want to understand. I want to help you however I can." The hesitation in his eyes was replaced by a deep worry, and a sigh escaped his lips. "I thought I told you that I was on your side. All I want to do is help." When it came right down to it, help was all he could do. It was all that he ever did.

The last thing that Guy wanted to do right now was to argue with this stubborn teen about whether or not something was amiss, which there clearly was. He was fed up with it, and that aggravation shone clearly in his tone and his words as he sat on the arm of the couch. "Oh, just stop it, Luke. Cut the crap. Something's wrong, and we need to talk about it," he said exasperatedly. He did not know why he had suddenly grown so impatient with his young friend, but the words kept flowing .

"As your servant, sir, it is my duty and obligation to take care of you and keep you safe," he said curtly, his emphasis resting on the word 'sir.' As he next spoke, however, his tone softened and his expression grew more worried than angered. "But as your friend, Luke, I want for you to be safe and happy. Is that something that you just can't understand?" Guy was sincerely beginning to wonder if raw, idiotic stubbornness ran in the Fabre family bloodline.

The stiffness and tone of Luke's words made Guy immediately regret his own. How could he say something so snappy and rude? ...Well, it got the job done, didn't it? At least Luke was actively talking now. Guy had to remain steadfast. If this was indeed painful for Luke, talking about it would be the only thing to help the pain subside. At least, that's what Guy believed.

His expression grew even more worried and shocked as Luke proclaimed himself a coward. As long as Guy had knew the red-head, he could never recall a time Luke had said something like that about himself. Slowly, Guy stood up from the couch and walked over to his younger friend, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Luke, how can you even say that? You're not a coward. You're one of the bravest people I know. You would do anything for your friends, no matter the cost, if you had to," he said, reiterating what he had told Yuri during their first conversation.