Ray's behavior made it clear that it was too much to hope that he hadn't heard, and Asher couldn't be bothered to even attempt playing it off like he'd said anything other than what was said.

The ceiling continued to hold Asher's attention, the hand on Ray's shoulder falling away, down onto the mattress.

He let the silence stretch on for a moment, breaking it only due to the fact that he was growing dangerously close to idly twiddling his thumbs. "No one likes awkward silences, Vecchio. If you're not going to say anything, at least have the decency to finish what you started."