[Okay. Maybe Guy lost his spine. Maybe he got in bed with fascist sympathizers. But the man is an old friend. Moreover, he is clearly not in the greatest state, and Julian is starting to wonder what's going on and whether or not he should quietly walk Guy home and put him to bed. It's not like he's never done that before, except Guy wasn't this...scary, before.]
Guy...what year is it, where you're from?
[He reaches out to put a concerned hand on the man's shoulder.]
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Guy...what year is it, where you're from?
[He reaches out to put a concerned hand on the man's shoulder.]