Yesterday, Ash had dropped off the clothes he had gotten from everyone, and he had checked up on Micahel too, who, like usual now, had been curled up in his corner, high as a kite and covered in bruises. He hadn’t stayed long, as he had some runs to do. But everyone had been grateful, and he was glad he could be useful.
Since their conversation, Ash and Bubbles hadn’t spoken. Maybe it was because his dreams about the older man hadn’t been subdued, and he may have begun to panic at them. But it was fine. It was fine.
“Ash, hun, you listening?” Ash looked down at his phone to see his mother’s face, and he smiled.
“Yes, I am.”
“You were saying something about Sebastian?”
“Oh, yeah! I’ve been hounding him in his office when I can’t sleep, and it’s fun. He’s so easy to annoy; it’s fun," h
