[It's not exactly a no, and Asher's still speaking to him; Jin follows the silent invitation and closes the door behind him, taking a quiet and cross-legged seat on the edge of Asher's bed.
The room's so familiar, but so foreign all at once with the two of them spending most of their time in Jin's room alone. It's an odd feeling, like returning home after a long trip away to find the real world still set so neatly in its old paces. The reminder of that life universes away applies to Jin, too. It's never more apparent than when they aren't seeing eye to eye.
He shifts his position, his leg creating a wrinkle in the fabric of Asher's sheets.]
And Beyonce ties into this... how.
[At the very least, he's mindful enough to not say anything rude about her again. Even if he still thinks everything's a little silly, having not heard the explanation.]
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The room's so familiar, but so foreign all at once with the two of them spending most of their time in Jin's room alone. It's an odd feeling, like returning home after a long trip away to find the real world still set so neatly in its old paces. The reminder of that life universes away applies to Jin, too. It's never more apparent than when they aren't seeing eye to eye.
He shifts his position, his leg creating a wrinkle in the fabric of Asher's sheets.]
And Beyonce ties into this... how.
[At the very least, he's mindful enough to not say anything rude about her again. Even if he still thinks everything's a little silly, having not heard the explanation.]