[He had actually gone back to sleep, but, ultimately, it was the movement that'd woken him up all over again. (And the sudden absence of warmth in the bed, too.)
By the time that Asher's returned from the bathroom, he's propped up on an elbow, scrubbing away almost childishly at the sleep that clings to his eyes. He can't fall asleep again, so he may as well commit. Particularly now that he's gotten a good sense for when something is feeling off.]
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By the time that Asher's returned from the bathroom, he's propped up on an elbow, scrubbing away almost childishly at the sleep that clings to his eyes. He can't fall asleep again, so he may as well commit. Particularly now that he's gotten a good sense for when something is feeling off.]
You ok?
[Gods, he's still only half conscious, though.]