"Not thinking about it doesn't make it go away, but if it helps," Ashley said softly, closing his eyes as Riley's hand came up and rested against his hair, head canting into the touch ever so slightly, shoulders drooping and body relaxing even further into the Puck. "Must be odd, just... appearing one day. Not that I'd feel bad if my mum never existed," he added grumpily before he just let out a sigh.
The strong drug had made him feel relaxed and pensive, oddly thoughtful but in a good way. The upset and hurt from the last few days was still there, a stabbing in the back of his mind and in his heart if he thought about it too much, but at the same time, he didn't feel the need to focus on it. Besides, he sort of had a plan now and hopefully once he came down from the floaty cloud he was on at the moment, he'd remember it and still think it was brilliant.
"I never thought I had let him doubt it," Ashley murmured pensively. "Then again it took him forever to even understand I was serious about him. He's silly like that, but I love him." He smiled, though his eyes were still closed. "Gonna prove it to him, when I can feel my legs again."
He opened his eyes and tipped his head back a little, unfocused gaze staring at Riley's ear and the sharp line of his jaw. "You know what, Riley? Everyone thinks you're a puddle, but you're not. You're the sea. You're totally the sea."