No, Asher hadn't been hearing himself, but he definitely started to after being slapping in the face with a pillow. Trust Amarlie to literally try to knock some sense into him. "Fuck, okay," he conceded sheepishly, and then sat there with his shoulders slumped, channelling a cross between a naughty child and a dog who had just chewed up your favourite cushion. "Well, maybe I don't want to risk getting hurt, alright? Maybe I don't want to hear that he's fine with just FWB for the rest of our lives, only to have the FWB completely shelved when he meets someone and falls in love with them. See? I'm a selfish prick. Why the fuck would I be wishing that on him? That he doesn't find love just so I don't have to stop having him. I don't know what I'm supposed to be thinking or feeling, because this is confusing as all fuck. Like, why has it suddenly changed? That's the bit I don't get. The only explanation is I'm a jealous fuck. Maybe what Justin and Sasha have is what I really want to test drive with someone, I just feel physically sick when I think about it happening and it changing whatever Zen and I have."

He waved his heads. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. No. Don't get Justin out here. Don't wake him up or he'll literally murder me with a pair of sparkling Converse for disrupting his Sash TLC. I'm pretty sure he could bitch me out mid-song like one of those scenes in a musical where they break out in song even at the most serious plot points." He sat there, pretty sure he was doing something akin to sulking because he didn't know how he was supposed to deal with all this. Things had been easy up to now, then his stupid heart had gone all MOVE! I'M GAY on his brain. "What if he gets mad because I changed the agreement? We've always just laughed about the thought of us dating. I used to think it was funny. Now it just feels terrifying because of the unknown."