Asher was done, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand without thinking. "Ugh..." He wasn't impressed with what had just come out of him, what he had gotten all over his hand, and could taste in his mouth. Taco salad on repeat was nasty. This felt like the time he hurled on a ride at Disneyland when they were twelve, deciding it was an excellent idea to do a rollercoaster right after lunch. Only, there was no physical rollercoaster here. Just an emotional one, and his stomach had the same response. The nerves had won out, right when he was trying to be all deep and meaningful.

"I'm done," he confirmed, moving over to where the water was lapping against the shore to wash his hands. He scoop a bit up into his hand and used it to rinse his mouth out too. It might be sea water, but it couldn't taste worse than vomit in his mouth. He washed his face too, because even his nose was running with the overload of acidity. There was nothing hot or sweet about this. It was just plain gross. The cool sea water was sobering, though. It was probably about as effective as Amarlie whacking him in the head with a pillow. He couldn't prolong the inevitable anymore. After all they had been through, he owned Zen the truth. He stood up and turned to face Zen. "There's something I need to tell you." And he had to get it out there before his body made him feel like he had to have a nervous pee.