<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">"Mhmm, you can't please everyone." But work could wait. His charge was in such a good mood after last night; Asa almost regretted having to ruin it. That soft kiss against palm affected him more than such a simple gesture should have. He committed the moment to memory, because after tonight, there was almost a guarantee Carter would never look at him the same. He wasn't even cross with Nancy for letting Carter oversleep, "Good, you needed the rest." <br/>
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"I've been back a few hours now," he said, wrapping his arms around Carter, silently musing on the inquiry into his well being. How did he answer that question? Fine. He was fine. As fine as he could be. He wasn't allowed to be anything else. <br/>
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He gave Carter a gentle squeeze that held a foreboding since of finality, before he stepped back, his demeanor becoming somewhat closed off, "There is something I need to show you." He moved to the fireplace, taking up the abandoned wine glass, a notable tension in his shoulders. With a resigned sigh, he lifted the glass, downing the blood laced liquid in one swallow.  <br/>
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Setting aside the now empty glass, he turned his searching gaze on Carter, "What do you remember of last night?" In the grand scheme of things, Carter's answer wouldn't change anything that had to happen today. If anything, Asa was digging for how much of the finer details the male remembered, to gauge how much of truths he would be forced to explain.</span>