"I commend your plan on efficiency and laziness," Asher said in a lazy drawl of his own. While he did cook a lot, like any bachelor he did have a nice little drawer full of takeaway menus. Just in case he got lazy, bored, or rushed.
"Yes. Though for once she seemed the reasonable one," Asher said, shaking his head slightly. "I tried to reason with Gabi, but that man did a number on her." He sighed softly. "A couple of times, I thought I almost made a dent... but in the end it didn't help." He looked forlorn, expression pensive--he should have done more.
"I have to do what I have to do," Asher said with a faint grin, ducking his head--he might push himself, but hearing concern from Charlie made him feel almost good, in a way. "I was just worried you might be out with Penny or something," he admitted. The smile he gave Charlie as his shoulder was squeezed was brilliant for the moment it lasted.
He shrugged. "Eh. Seeing her... reminded me of a few things, I guess," he said, running a hand through his shorter hair. "And, ah, r-reminds me of ssomething I wanted to ask." His eyes slid toward the floor, and his speech, which these days was usually rather solid around Charlie, occasionally peppered with gentle stutters and often only when he was emotional in some way, suddenly gave way to the rougher cadence that often happened when he was nervous.
Asher snorted. "Cousin It?" he asked, though his brain niggled a thought on that. "Feel free to teach--some day I have the energy to cast properly."
"My body is being stupid," he said, but sank into a seat without protest.