Stephen looked, looked at Asher's back as he walked. In the end it didn't matter that the apple wasn't thrown before, because Stephen himself tossed it aside.

It was a rare moment of self-awareness for him, but he knew he had basically completely ruined whatever had just happened. He sighed, practically flopped to the ground, back still against the dresser. And as he buried his face in his hands, frustrated over everything, there was really only one fitting thing to say.

"Fuck."