Elijah's POV:
My fingers stroked through Ash's hair absentmindedly while his head was resting over my chest. He was sleeping. And I was glad for that after seeing his breakdown earlier.
I was sitting on the sofa with one of my legs stretched out on the sofa and the other one planted firmly on the floor for balance. While Ash was curled up peacefully between my legs, his body pressed against mine.
His soft and delicate breath that was drifting from his slightly parted lips, I could feel the sensation of them against my chest even from above the shirt. He appeared gentle, vulnerable and extremely weak. Both physically and mentally. And now that I'm looking at him with my sole attention, he has lost quite a lot of weight too.
