It's been a week. A whole week since Kieran was gone. Asco had spent much of his night before cleaning himself up. For the first time since the incident, he would be visiting Kieran. Of course, Isobel had moved him from the hospital as soon as she realized what was going on. Kieran knew, and the moment Isobel had fetched Kieran from the hospital, Asco had turned away, tucked his metaphorical tail between his legs, and ran straight to his room, alcohol, and casual partners. Was he cleaned enough for this visit? Anxiously Asco cups his mouth. Should he have brushed his teeth for a fourth time? There was a slight minty smell. Not enough for court, but maybe Kieran and Isobel wouldn't mind. It's not like Kieran could say anything even if he did.
With a heavy sigh, he runs a hand over his hair. He didn't deserve to be here, but his chest still hadn't stopped aching. Melchior had tried to help, but nothing would ease his soul.
"I wish you were here." He whispers to the air, feeling the full absence of his friend.
His hand rests heavy on the doorknob. The room he used to casually stroll into whenever he wanted someplace other then his own to crash, now feels like a heavy steel trap. "He'll be in there." Asco reminds himself. "Even if it's just his body." Nervously the prince slowly opens the door.
He finds himself standing across from Isobel, and with his best-forced smile, Asco waves to her. "How's he, uh, his body doing?" Asco swallows his other question. Any hope for his soul? He couldn't handle any potential bad news right now.