That is the closest thing to enthusiasm I am likely to get from him.
I step nearer.
Ash stays where he is.
“Did you think about Crimson Night the whole time?”
“Frequently.”
I roll my eyes.
He continues before I can complain.
“Less by the end.”
That stops me.
Ash looks irritated by his own honesty.
Good.
“What happened after?”
“I went home.”
“Here?”
His mouth presses flat.
“No.”
I blink.
Ash shifts his weight.
“I rented an apartment.”
For several seconds, all I can do is stare.
“You what?”
“It is temporary.”
“Where?”
“Twenty minutes away.”
“You voluntarily sleep somewhere that does not share a property line with an attraction?”
“I have done so four times.”
I laugh so suddenly he looks offended again.
“This is not amusing.”
“This is enormous.”
“It is an apartment.”