Inside the dim tent, Ash slowly sat up on the bed. Even though no one could see him, he still covered his face with both hands, looking embarrassed and ashamed to the point of wanting to travel back a minute ago and beat up his mortifying past self.
What was I doing! How dare I! Is my brain really soaked stupid by some white murky liquid?
Although Ash knew he had become as promiscuous as a lover crawling out from a garbage can, he still felt a sense of pride in his moral baseline, which was that all his intimate actions were based on mutual feelings and he had never done anything inappropriate.
But what had he just done? Thinking Death Mad was lonely and kissed her as gratitude? It was absurd and rogue-like, so shameful. Death Mad is probably laughing at him for being embarrassing, thinking he's the worst Ash ever!
