[The explanation catches him off guard. He didn't expect Ash to go there with it, and was never fully cognizant that he might have been all she had.]
[Now's not the time. He pushes that away.]
It rarely isn't strange with them. [...] Or awkward.
[Not half as awkward as it would be if Ash started that story sooner.]
[He catches Ash's lost look and pulls a bar stool out for her, which conveniently looks more like an offer than a direction. He takes his own seat next to hers.]
So no creations of your own? [There's surprise in his voice. He just assumed...]
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[Now's not the time. He pushes that away.]
It rarely isn't strange with them. [...] Or awkward.
[Not half as awkward as it would be if Ash started that story sooner.]
[He catches Ash's lost look and pulls a bar stool out for her, which conveniently looks more like an offer than a direction. He takes his own seat next to hers.]
So no creations of your own? [There's surprise in his voice. He just assumed...]