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Title: N/A
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Pairing: N/A (Guy and Luke)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 501 words
Notes: Set after the whole Absorption Gate thing.
It takes Duke Fabre until three days after their triumphant arrival home to talk to him. Guy's honestly a little impressed with the man's restraint--after his actions during the signing of the treaty, he would've expected the man to have confronted him sooner. It's pretty early in the morning when he gets the summons to the Duke's study, early enough that Luke's sure to still be asleep, something he's thankful for.
It'd be too much to ask for Luke to not notice eventually, though. And sure enough, come mid-afternoon, Luke's sticking his head into the window. "Guy?" he asks, confusion written plainly over his features. "We just got home. The hell are you packing for?"
Guy laughs, because it's the only thing he can do. "Uh, well... it seems like your father's decided to give me a leave of absence." It's only through long practice that the bitter twist to the last words is kept purely mental. Likewise, he doesn't say, He doesn't want me as part of his household anymore, especially not around his son. Smoothing the wrinkles from a shirt, he glances up and manages a smile. "Guess you and Mieu will have to amuse yourselves for a while."
"What?!" Luke crosses his arms on the windowsill, resting his chin on his hands with a frown. "But I don't want you to--" There's a hitch in his breath as he catches himself, visibly trying to switch tracks. "Where do you think you're going to go?"
"I haven't really thought about it yet. Maybe Sheridan. They could always use some help with the fon machi-- hey, don't look at me like that!" Guy says when Luke rolls his eyes. "Nah, I was thinking I'd go to Grand Chokma, actually. Emperor Peony was talking about restoring my family titles and all that, so..."
Luke blinks. "Oh, that's right. It's not like you have to stay here, is it. You'd be a noble in Malkuth."
There's a flat tone in his voice that makes Guy set down the clothes he's folding and cross the floor to the window. "Hey," he says, resting a hand on the top of Luke's head and ruffling his hair fondly. "I hope you don't think any of that is going to make me abandon you."
"W-what? No, of course not!" Luke lies, blushing furiously.
Guy grins. "Good. Because I'm not planning on it." Whether the Duke liked it or not. "Now get in here and help me pack."
Luke screws up his face in a way that makes him look exactly like the seven year old he technically is. "Fine," he groans, giving a long-suffering sigh. "But if I give myself a hernia hauling your stuff around, it's your fault."
"I don't even own enough stuff to do that," Guy says truthfully, helping to haul Luke in through the window. And if his lips brush over Luke's hair ever-so-slightly in the process, hopefully Luke will just think it's an accident.
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