[Even with how quiet it is, Asch is visibly startled by it. His hand jerks out as it's reaching for the teacup, which knocks it from the table and shatters it, spilling the contents onto the floor. Asch grits his teeth, unmoving on the couch for a long moment. He can't see the spill, he can't see the broken pieces, he's barefoot, and now he feels even more pathetically helpless than before, and dammit, dammit, why couldn't he have just left...!?]
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What?