Frightened lavender eyes look up at Asher, begging without words to be loved still, to be kept and protected and understood.

"We're supposed to go to Jean-Claude's room when they call for us," he says so softly. "But Damian's with him now, and Anita's at a raising."

They had time. Time to just... figure out what they can.

"Talk to me, Asher," he pleads. "You aren't talking and that scares me. Be angry or yell at me or something, but the quiet frightens me. When you're quiet..."