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Holly, who was now annoyed with herself, and a little with Asher, pursed her lips and let out a sigh, "I'm just sayin'...I know I been a bitch. And yeah you're a shithead 'n sometimes you got it comin', but...sometimes you don't. So...I'm just tryin' to say I'm sorry."
Asher quietly listened, brows furrowed as she spoke, as if awaiting a punchline or insult. When none came, he narrowed his eyes at her, clearly uncertain of the situation. Was he to take this at face value and treat it like a legitimate apology, or should he shrug it off like it was nothing?
On the one hand, her treatment of him had never truly bothered him. It was expected. It was familiar. Yet somehow, despite it all, they had grown somewhat comfortable around one another now and Asher almost felt protective of the salty trader at times. Especially since Jay had stumbled into his life. Holly was one of the first people he wanted to introduce the boy too. But did Asher want to admit that out loud?
“...alright,” he said finally, after what felt like a blanket of silence had closed in around them. He nodded and cleared his throat. “I... appreciate that.”
Asher looked away from her for a moment, almost looking mildly irritated, though it was mostly at how weird and uncomfortable it felt to admit his actual thoughts and feelings aloud without being crass. It was much easier to make a joke and brush it off than take anything serious, and Asher hated how much of a struggle it was for him to be sincere. He always felt so fucking raw when he tried.
“Sorry fer bein’ a dick a lotta the time,” he added, clearing his throat again and not quite being able to make eye contact. “Yer an ass ‘n all, but yeh don’t always deserve me bad habits either.”