[Jin's hand curls around his wrist, which straightens immediately. The same can't be said for the rest of him; he's fucked his fingers up so badly now that he can't quite bend them properly.
Asher tears his right arm away almost violently, pulling it close to his own body and gingerly touching it with his left. He's never shot the other a look quite this hostile before, because the anger that Asher feels for other people is incomparable to the kind he directs towards himself. The lawyer-to-be's self loathing is at it's peak this morning.]
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Asher tears his right arm away almost violently, pulling it close to his own body and gingerly touching it with his left. He's never shot the other a look quite this hostile before, because the anger that Asher feels for other people is incomparable to the kind he directs towards himself. The lawyer-to-be's self loathing is at it's peak this morning.]
Nothing's wrong with them, bro.
[He's lying again.]
I'm fine.