"Yeah, sure." Asher said, shooing him off with no real intention of waiting anywhere. First snapping and then staying? He wasn't someones dog.

He headed into the kitchen instead, and after he poured himself a cup of coffee he took a seat at the table, back to the door. He could have done a better job at trying to ditch Stephen, but why bother? The island was only so big and he'd have to deal with him again sooner or later. Avoidance was futile.