[Fire brims within him too; metaphorical smoke practically blowing out of his ears.
The doughier of the two is frustrated for different reasons. As much as they supposedly hated each other, Connor Walsh had been the man, the epitome of cool. He was a take no prisoners type of dude, the kind of person Asher had been groomed to be but fallen short of becoming.
How had the man he admired so damn much become such a loser?]
Safe?
[Light brows press together, his voice softening slightly.]
Wait, what? Slow down.
[Asher is left to his own devices for a moment, which makes him think. He knows nothing of Sam's death just yet, only left with his own sob story to draw conclusions from.]
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The doughier of the two is frustrated for different reasons. As much as they supposedly hated each other, Connor Walsh had been the man, the epitome of cool. He was a take no prisoners type of dude, the kind of person Asher had been groomed to be but fallen short of becoming.
How had the man he admired so damn much become such a loser?]
Safe?
[Light brows press together, his voice softening slightly.]
Wait, what? Slow down.
[Asher is left to his own devices for a moment, which makes him think. He knows nothing of Sam's death just yet, only left with his own sob story to draw conclusions from.]
Is Annalise blackmailing you, or...?