Jael glanced over at Asher, bloodcurdling screaming filling the otherwise silent room.
"You don't have to sit with me like I'm geriatric," He said flatly.
"I'm not," Asher defended, well aware that Jael always isolated to deal with grief. "We're watching a movie."
Jael kept a straight face as he watched the flashing images on the screen. "I don't remember my face being a part of the movie."
Asher went quiet, caught.
Jael scrubbed his face with a long-suffering sigh, "Go to bed Asher, I'll be fine."
The Alpha stubbornly sat tight, flinching at a sudden noise from the movie because he hadn't been paying attention.
Jael stopped trying to get rid of him after that, because if he was being honest with himself, he would have gotten to his feet and left.
But Asher's familiar presence was comforting, and he wasn't eager to return to his room.
