[Jin's expecting heavy, clumsy footsteps walking in the other direction, not the soft thump he hears when Asher sinks to the floor behind him. He stops without turning; wars with himself silently, willing his feet to move even as he stands rooted to the spot. It's not worth it. He shouldn't make the effort, Asher's just some drunken idiot--
Which, of course, means that he turns around and walks right back to Asher's side.]
Come on, knucklehead. [His voice is still chiding, but without its earlier venom, as he takes a knee and rests a hand on the other man's shoulder. Jin's weakness, apparently, is lost causes-- Asher looks too dejected here for him to feel good about walking away.]
No puking no the floor, all right? You need to get up.
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Which, of course, means that he turns around and walks right back to Asher's side.]
Come on, knucklehead. [His voice is still chiding, but without its earlier venom, as he takes a knee and rests a hand on the other man's shoulder. Jin's weakness, apparently, is lost causes-- Asher looks too dejected here for him to feel good about walking away.]
No puking no the floor, all right? You need to get up.