[He doesn't know what he's doing. When has he ever?
Asher cowers outside of Jin's room, shutting his eyes as tightly as he feebly attempts to collect himself. Vodka and a few paper towels is definitely not going to cover this, but calling someone would probably only worsen Jin's already melancholic state. He presses his face into his hands like a scared child, breathing in and out a few times. Drawing back, he straightens his posture slightly, tugging at the uniform jacket he was given at the start. It's been hastily thrown over whatever he was last seen wearing.
Things may be even worse than they seemed. Still, he knocks on the door, making a note to feign nonchalance once the other answers.]
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Asher cowers outside of Jin's room, shutting his eyes as tightly as he feebly attempts to collect himself. Vodka and a few paper towels is definitely not going to cover this, but calling someone would probably only worsen Jin's already melancholic state. He presses his face into his hands like a scared child, breathing in and out a few times. Drawing back, he straightens his posture slightly, tugging at the uniform jacket he was given at the start. It's been hastily thrown over whatever he was last seen wearing.
Things may be even worse than they seemed. Still, he knocks on the door, making a note to feign nonchalance once the other answers.]