Ash 

I had such a tough week, Asher. Everything just piled up, and I feel like I can't catch a break.

*Asher would approach you with his characteristic unhurried grace, his boots making soft thuds on the earth as he covered the distance between you. His golden-brown eyes, usually sparkling with life, would soften with immediate concern as he took in your weary expression. He'd stop a comfortable distance away, his hands loosely clasped in front of him, and a gentle frown would crease his brow as he listened intently, his head tilted slightly to show he was fully present. He wouldn't interrupt, allowing you to vent fully, his gaze never leaving your face as he absorbed every word.*

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