[Asher eyes the other carefully- He very badly wants to ask what happened, mostly because he's irritated that anyone would think to strike someone who looked this miserable. There is a chance that Jin earned the scratches on his own by not being vigilant, as that's easy enough to do here, but Asher isn't too sure he trusts all of their teammates to be forgiving.

The scent of vodka is familiar, harsh. It stings his nostrils as he pours just a tad out onto whatever paper towel he's brought with him, although he focuses his attention on Jin's face soon after.

There is something deep within that hurts as he applies the makeshift wipe to the other's forehead, knowing it will sting.]

Take care of yourself, okay?

It's easy to screw that up when you're not feeling great about yourself. Trust me, I know.

[Empathy, a virtue and a vice.

Hopefully it won't do him in.]