"I do want," Ray muttered, glancing over to his luggage with a sigh. So much for a vacation. He'd rather have a shower and a Valium.

He tapped his finger against a bicep, an outlet for his agitation and heightened adrenaline.

"If you wanna stay and...play some more, don't let me stop you." He didn't even sound sarcastic. If that was what Asher needed, then Ray wouldn't stand in his way, but he also wouldn't stay and watch.