Asher walked toward Finch's bed and sat down with a calm and composed demeanor. Since there was no couch within the small room, he had only two options: the bed or the single wooden chair that William had already claimed. The atmosphere was quiet, filled with the faint hum of Astra-infused lamps that illuminated the modest space.
Finch waved his hand lightly, summoning refreshments from his space ring. Being the host, and this being his first time hosting both of them, he couldn't afford to treat Asher and William carelessly. It was a simple gesture, yet it carried a tone of respect and camaraderie.
The trio drank their alcohol in silence for a moment. The clinking of their glasses was the only sound that filled the room, soft yet grounding. The air was thick with a calm tension, the kind that always lingered before an important conversation. Then, breaking the stillness, Finch spoke first.
"So," he said, his tone calm but firm, "what now?"
