Yeah, okay, [he says, pulling away from Asher and still chuckling quietly,] I think that's enough for one night.

[It's... nice to see Asher like this. It, too, is different from anything he's ever seen from him: it bears none of the falseness, the manufactured, carefully manicured nonchalance he'd worn when they first met. They're both exhausted, beaten. And as Asher turns away briefly, exposing the dark bruise on his cheek, Jin realizes.

It's the first time he's seen him smile. Really smile.

The hesitation's all fallen away. This, he supposes, is something beginning.]

Right now... [He tilts his head in the direction of an approaching guard.] Think we should move on to dealing with this winner. How 'bout it, Asher?