@yourfirstsnow
Asher was not looking forward to this conversation, though to be honest he couldn’t outwardly admit why. There were very few guys at camp who he had developed and honest to god, intimate, emotional attachment to. Dane was obviously one of them, but Snow? Snow was one as well. His dependence on the older man was undeniable, even to himself, and the affection the pair shared. He knew Dane had his guys outside of of the two of them, but Snow had been his only guy other than Dane that he really felt connected to, bonded to on that level. So, when it came down to it, he knew it was on him to be the person to explain it all, to break the news. Granted, there certainly was a scenario that Snow wouldn’t even care, that it was Asher who was building this up in his head, in his heart.
Clad in his leather jacket and pair of jeans, the son of Cronus made his way up to the chiseled blond as he sat working on making up his sleeping space. “They told me I’d be walking up to an actual Papa Bear,” he called with a forced grin on his lips. “Good to see you made it through the boatride, Snow.”

















