He gulped as if afraid. If it was a real threat, he probably would be. Hell, as a fake threat, it was pretty damned good. "They would, wouldn't they," he mused aloud. Of course, he knew Charlie wouldn't do that, but those two would. "Maybe, someday. If we went somewhere no one who knew me would be."
"Very true," Asher said. "Though still sad." At least some good could come from a death.
"Mmm," he said, kindly not agreeing out loud. "She tried to help." And she had--in precisely the wrong way. Gods, he kind of hoped Charlie never met his mother when he was around--because he became, he rather thought, a complete freak when it came to trying to speak when he was around her.
"I'm sensing a challenge here," Asher said, corner of his mouth quirking up and trying to avoid the thought of kissing Charlie. Bad thoughts. He's straight, he reminded himself. Like you should be. "Because I'm sure I could do it... given enough time," he teased. "I didn't make it through adolescence with a girl as a bestmate without learning a hell of a lot." Truth be told, Esme had made him find things out for her and teach her. Thus the fluttering eyelashes and the makeup.
Asher felt like he was melting, quite delightfully, into a little puddle of relaxation. He murmured something along the lines of 'you have no idea how good this feels' as they talked. "Mmm, same here," he said. "That and dangerous job and no social network. My own home, though." Which, admittedly, had been bought with the long view of an eventual family. "'course, considering my abysmal track record with relationships, I'm doomed."