Ducking inside, Ray wandered around, taking a good look at everything he saw. Compared to communal living or sleeping in a hut, this was paradise.

He was so caught up in his appreciation of the boat that he almost forgot to look on the table. But when he saw what was there, cupcakes of all things, he was suddenly appreciating something very different. Someone, rather. He could hardly believe that Asher had remembered, let alone made them for him, and it was impossible to keep the smile off his face. The note caught his eye when he reached for a cake and his hand diverted to the paper instead, scanning the words then glancing over at the refrigerator. A small laugh of disbelief escaped but when he opened the door, there it was, his eyes didn't lie. Buttermilk.

Jesus. He could feel his heart slipping away more and more after every passing moment. When he tasted one of the cupcakes, he reliquished his hold on it all together, happy for Asher to just take it and keep it.