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[moneyballer]

[what the flying fuck]

Um.

[don't b this forthright u pile of human excrement]

That sounds kind of effed up, yo.

[onethousen]

( she pulls the spoon back out of her mouth, giving Asher a very grave nod. )

It was very effed up, yo.

[moneyballer]

[Asher is more of a feeler than a thinker by far, and it is times like these where his emotions get the best of him.

There is nothing he can say to make any of this better, but there is something else he can do.

He wraps his arms around her waist all of a sudden, the gesture similar to something he often did for his sister when they were both younger, when the Millstone siblings were still talking and their old house still felt like it contained something that resembled a family.]

You'll get out of here.

[And he will do everything he can to make sure that it happens, even if that isn't very much at all.]

[onethousen]

( the hug surprises her, if only because people here are across a spectrum of physically affectionate. Asher is easy to see as being affectionate. maybe because his angles are so soft, compared to many. it's something she appreciates even as she manages to wrap her arms around him too, spoon clutched in hand but angled away from his back. no need to get him dirty. )

Mm. Asher, where do you want to be?

( she knows she'll end up somewhere, sooner or later. but... )

[moneyballer]

[He is soft nearly everywhere, from the line of his jaw to the space around his middle. The softest part of him, however, would definitely be his heart.

Her question is enough to make him draw back, gaze quizzical as he considers the weight of that inquiry. It is one he used to ask himself all the time, one he knew the answer to from the day he first saw his father in court. Or at least, he thought he knew the answer, until David Allen's case changed his mind.

Such is the nature of a ripple effect. The waves have risen and fallen and shaken his identity further, seeping inwards and dismantling the core.]

What?

You mean like, in 20 years from now, or...?

[onethousen]

( she leans back to look up at his face. )

Do you actually know where you want to be twenty years from now?

[moneyballer]

[If you had asked him this question a year ago, he would have known the answer.

Rich, successful, and with some bodacious babe to call his wife... To be top gun at some bombass law firm, or even a judge like his father.

Now he isn't sure if he wants any of those things.]

I don't know.

[Honesty is something he is learning a way, because the person he's spent the most time lying to in the past twenty-five years has been himself.]

Happy, I guess.

That's it.