[He reached up to scratch at his cheek, but decided against it, since he didn't want to think about what his hands must feel like, as they were.] I... see. It's the same as me. [Ashton didn't look pleased at all about the situation.] I wonder how many others are here... ... others? [His brows knit in confusion as he considered that. What others?]
[Now he looked nervous again.] That was your song? It was... [He was trying to find the words for it, but he didn't have any. He just had this... feeling in his chest, when he heard it, and now it was gone. There was no describing it.]
[His eyes snap up to her, and just like that, it was as if everything else made sense. Her singing, her skin, her hair. It... it couldn't be.] R-Reira...? [Ashton recoiled, taking a step back, covering his face again, the shame finding him anew. His voice had a hard edge and a power to it that he had never expressed.] Don't look at me!