Relief flooded Ray but he was still eager to prove that he was sorry.

"Yeah, well not anymore," he insisted, offering Asher a smile. "I had nothing more to go on than my own pig-headedness anyway. I shouldn't have jumped to...conclusions..." He trailed off, distracted by his own hands still wrapped around Asher's arms. He swallowed. "Uh..." Slowly, Ray let his hands drift down each arm until they reached Asher's wrists, where they disappeared into his pockets. Since he hadn't been shoved away yet, he rubbed a thumb minutely over skin much paler than his own. "Clean slate?"