The light is dim except for the few sunny rays that manage to sneak through the window. The carress Ash's skin, bringing some warmth in this cold window morning. Sitting right at the middle of the bed, he nurses a much needed cup of tea. And he ponders. He's always been a man who enjoyed simple things. Someone who avoided getting too involved. Picking up a hot lad at the pub, a club, Grindr... Those were all safe choices. Something he was comfortable with.
But here he is now. In the bed of someone who's spoken for. Someone who keeps returning to him, or calling Ash back. Complicating things. And somehow Ash cannot quit it.
SSWS!