Asher kisses Nathaniel, trying to soothe him by stroking his hands through Nathaniel's hair, frowning at the mingled scents that cling to his lover, far happier when Nathaniel smells only of him, rare as that may be now he's moved back to Anita's home.

"What is it, mon chat?" He asks, drawing Nathaniel further into his room, towards the couch.