[Asch feels Luke's arrival before he sees or hears it, and with a hushed exhale, he releases the link, letting it fall to a subtle level of existence between them- a feeling of connection, persistent and fluttery, like a trapped moth batting at the insides of two enclosed hands. There, but not painful. An awareness of one another's presence, perhaps?
And Asch finally lifts his head from his knees, curled up against the same tree, about 90 degrees from where Luke stands. His expression is still haggard, his eyes red, though not wet as one might expect them to be. Besides looking up, he doesn't move.]
...It's fine. [He might've disappeared, it's true. And maybe not come back at all. Even he doesn't know, which is why he can't deny it.] Someday, I'm going to break a promise, too.
[Action]
And Asch finally lifts his head from his knees, curled up against the same tree, about 90 degrees from where Luke stands. His expression is still haggard, his eyes red, though not wet as one might expect them to be. Besides looking up, he doesn't move.]
...It's fine. [He might've disappeared, it's true. And maybe not come back at all. Even he doesn't know, which is why he can't deny it.] Someday, I'm going to break a promise, too.
[Even if Luke won't know until it's too late.]