"...you're shittin' me, right?" Of course he wasn't, but Asher had to ask.
He glanced down at the hand, then back up at Ray before he wandered off, only stopping once he came to the chair he had set upright when he first got home.
He sat, because he figured he was going to need it. "I didn't throw it. Wanna run yours by me again?"
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