['Don't push yourself' he almost answers, knowing from the long stretch without an answer that Ash is still mad. Not without reason. Max is the one who got moody just for waking up alone in the morning. Max gave him permission; how long is he going to keep riding his entitlement to jealousy? Ash is already feigning interest in him sexually, even making himself finish, to fluff his ego, when without a doubt the kid's got to get even less from him than he did before, now that he can get the caviar of ass fucking. Guy probably sucks dick like a moist silk interior vacuum, to boot. Then Ash's skilled tongue and his get together and see whose is the more--
He has work to get back to.
Ash'll be fine.
It's an unremarkable cafe which Ash doesn't know to have any special ties, often used as a place to shelter from the rain, with mediocre coffee and a tiny menu, rotating staff, no regulars. It's an ideal place to have and leave no impression, without being as conspicuously so as Blanca's usual choice of privacy oriented venues.]
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He has work to get back to.
Ash'll be fine.
It's an unremarkable cafe which Ash doesn't know to have any special ties, often used as a place to shelter from the rain, with mediocre coffee and a tiny menu, rotating staff, no regulars. It's an ideal place to have and leave no impression, without being as conspicuously so as Blanca's usual choice of privacy oriented venues.]