[Asher opens his mouth to say something, flopping against the wall and edging forward slightly, but he stops himself mid-motion.
For some reason he's reminded of their very first exchange, of just how useless he felt in that particular moment in time. The alcohol should be doing something, shouldn't it? He had tapped into that bottle of liquor just for that reason, to numb whatever ache he was experiencing.
Shoulders hit the wall as he slides miserably to the floor, nose wrinkling in the process. There is no trophy to chase here, no symbol of victory for him to lust after. Because even then, when he knew that he had gotten something he didn't seem to deserve, he had the opportunity to prove his worth even for a short while.
Without thinking, he places his head in his hands, breathing loudly. He's screwed up again this time, too.]
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For some reason he's reminded of their very first exchange, of just how useless he felt in that particular moment in time. The alcohol should be doing something, shouldn't it? He had tapped into that bottle of liquor just for that reason, to numb whatever ache he was experiencing.
Shoulders hit the wall as he slides miserably to the floor, nose wrinkling in the process. There is no trophy to chase here, no symbol of victory for him to lust after. Because even then, when he knew that he had gotten something he didn't seem to deserve, he had the opportunity to prove his worth even for a short while.
Without thinking, he places his head in his hands, breathing loudly. He's screwed up again this time, too.]