"Get possessed by what?" Asher asked, pushing the covers away and swinging his legs over the edge of side of the bed.

"Worrying's not healthy, Vecchio," he continued, using Ray's own warning against him. If he really was immortal again, then he didn't have to be concerned about something like stress doing him much harm. The same couldn't be said for Ray.

"I'm controlling me now," he said, pulling on a pair of pants. He wasn't sure whether or not that was in any way reassuring, but it was true. "We'll deal with anything else when it happens. If it happens."