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[ He really doesn't get it. Ash knows that he did. Once. After he'd been drugged at the bar, Max held him. It wasn't about something as simple as 'hugging'. It wasn't something just anyone could do. At that moment, it wasn't that arms were around him, it was all of the trust and affection that led up to that moment, it was that the person giving the hug had earned the ability to give that comfort. If Shawn came and offered to hold him, the thought would be appreciated but rejected even as someone Ash liked.

This felt like an embarrassing mockery. Max isn't holding him in hopes of offering the peace he once did. This isn't full of affection or love. ]

Let's go inside.

[ Ash just wants to be off this porch. ]