[A finger flits through a knot in his tie, and the thing unravels, going slack around his neck.
Asher's back still remains facing Jin as he speaks, though his voice falters briefly. He hates doing this, he despises being reminded of the fact that even after a year of knowing each other, they are literally worlds apart in many respects, and perhaps they always will be.
Parting ways will hurt, big time.]
Sometimes, it felt like music and TV was all I had.
[He doesn't mean to sound ungrateful for his opportunities, or the fact that he grew up never feeling hungry, for food at least. In terms of material possessions, he could have had his pick of any frivolous fancy he ever desired, but things never fill the void that people are supposed to.]
Like, if I was watching a show about some normal, happy family, or rockin' out to some jam that made me wanna drop it like it's hot, I...
[The next memory he recounts is a painful one, and while Jin may not see it Asher's face, the shaolin will certainly hear it.]
I could pretend that I wasn't just some dumb lame-o eating ice cream alone on the couch.
[The image of that sad, pathetic child has remained with him for god knows how long, and in a way, it is still who he sees himself to be.
A phase he fears that he will never truly grow out of.]
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Asher's back still remains facing Jin as he speaks, though his voice falters briefly. He hates doing this, he despises being reminded of the fact that even after a year of knowing each other, they are literally worlds apart in many respects, and perhaps they always will be.
Parting ways will hurt, big time.]
Sometimes, it felt like music and TV was all I had.
[He doesn't mean to sound ungrateful for his opportunities, or the fact that he grew up never feeling hungry, for food at least. In terms of material possessions, he could have had his pick of any frivolous fancy he ever desired, but things never fill the void that people are supposed to.]
Like, if I was watching a show about some normal, happy family, or rockin' out to some jam that made me wanna drop it like it's hot, I...
[The next memory he recounts is a painful one, and while Jin may not see it Asher's face, the shaolin will certainly hear it.]
I could pretend that I wasn't just some dumb lame-o eating ice cream alone on the couch.
[The image of that sad, pathetic child has remained with him for god knows how long, and in a way, it is still who he sees himself to be.
A phase he fears that he will never truly grow out of.]
It's stupid, I know.
[Muttered under his breath:]
I'll get over it.