[ Asuna doesn't like to be touched. From watching her, he knows this much. Sometimes, he forgets. But sometimes, he remembers clearly. When she reaches for his forehead, there's a few seconds of delay before he recoils, and the red mark on his forehead blends with the rest of him. ]
I'm not! [ Dammit, heart, you're supposed to be beating because we're in the middle of a goddamn battle.
He grabs her wrist before she can place it out of reach. ] Can you stand?
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I'm not! [ Dammit, heart, you're supposed to be beating because we're in the middle of a goddamn battle.
He grabs her wrist before she can place it out of reach. ] Can you stand?