[Asch isn't expecting a knock; his self-assigned responsibilities, for the time being, were mostly taken care of. Brush hair and go to bed early, if he can manage it; that's what's on his mind right now.
(It's not really going to bed early if you didn't sleep the night before.)
So, he's a bit disordered when he comes to the door, and not particularly worried about it. Chances are, it's Ion or someone bringing him a stack of dishes -
So when he opens the door, all he can do is stand there shocked for a good long moment. People come back, he knows this, intellectually. He's seen a few who came back post on the network.
This isn't like that. It isn't on the network, it's visceral and wrenching and right in front of him and, as is so often the case when Asch is put on the spot, he immediately says something stupid.]
[:'D you love me right]
(It's not really going to bed early if you didn't sleep the night before.)
So, he's a bit disordered when he comes to the door, and not particularly worried about it. Chances are, it's Ion or someone bringing him a stack of dishes -
So when he opens the door, all he can do is stand there shocked for a good long moment. People come back, he knows this, intellectually. He's seen a few who came back post on the network.
This isn't like that. It isn't on the network, it's visceral and wrenching and right in front of him and, as is so often the case when Asch is put on the spot, he immediately says something stupid.]
I didn't save you anything to eat. Sorry.