[Jin's smile is warm as the laughter tapers off at last. Asher'd jabbed him with his elbow, lighter than
this, the night they'd been thrown quite literally into each other in Perdition's Rest: he rubs his side, not in pain, but in reminiscence.

Things have changed. He doesn't regret any of it. ]

They have championships? [pffft.] Who even has time to play that many video games?

[He leans into Asher's arm, fitting there as seamlessly as if they'd never left each other's side at all.]

It doesn't matter. Let's just get back to your place already.