[ Despite knowing the pain would subside, and that there would be no permanent damage, Ashton cried out a little. It's not like they were just two little pinpricks in his skin - and his tension probably didn't help him at all - but that hurt. He can't imagine ever having to do this himself, as much as his system disliked being nourished from the plastic bags in the Shelter fridge.
Still, he kept his head solidly turned away from hers, and didn't get in her way. The initial shock aside, it felt... good. To be here for her. To give her something she wanted or needed. Where is Conrad now, huh? a part of him considered. ] Diva... [ That fear is gone, now. Hopefully she would be pleased with him. ]