His back arches and his mouth opens in an O and his face has an expression of perfect transcendent bliss.

Her prediction was correct.

And he pulls out and snuggles up against her shoulder. "I love you."

"Fuck," she sighs. "I love you too. I. Wow. You... are incredible."

"So it has been said." He holds her hand. "We should figure out interdimensional travel. In the bar, probably."

"Mmmm. Yeah." She interlaces their fingers and gently smushes her face against his shoulder. "At... some point. I am maybe not gonna be able to get out of bed for a while."

A lot of things hurt, now that she has the attention to spare for noticing them. She is... very thoroughly fucked. It's kind of nice. Definitely feels way way better than any other post-sex cuddle she has ever had.

Kiss. "I can have that effect." 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm." She nuzzles his face. "Have I mentioned in the last ten seconds that you're really good? I feel the need to mention it again. I apologize if this gets repetitive."

"I like hearing about it anyway!" Kiss. "All of you people are going to give me a swelled head."

Kiss. "If I inflate your self-esteem enough maybe together we will average out to a single normal person."

"I do think I'm pretty great." Kiss. "Therapy helped."

"Oh, man. I—keep feeling like therapy is for people with real problems? Even though realistically speaking I have so many problems that even if ninety percent of them are dumb and fake I still have enough left over to be worth talking to a professional about? I dunno, I'm a mess."

"I was really confident all the time and then I kind of had a trauma conga line and I thought I was sick but it turned out actually I was depressed."

...she giggles. "Oh no! Oh no that's adorable. I love you so much. I'm sorry you got depressed, being depressed sucks, but also you're CUTE."

"It's pretty terrible! I murdered a guy I was in love with, that was pretty traumatizing."

"That is legit really bad but 'what is this strange feeling, am I sick, no wait it's depression' is still... very cute. Man. I wasn't even sure there was such a thing as people who weren't depressed."

"I think if one fewer horribly traumatizing thing had happened I probably would have been fine?"

"That's crazy. I mean, no, that is literally definitionally the exact opposite of crazy. But it's weird." She snuggles him. "I'm glad you're—the sort of person who's mostly happy until bad things happen. I bet it's really nice."

"I'm really very lucky. I got just depressed enough to be able to be useful for all the people I love who are depressed."

Giggle. "Nicely done!"

When she giggles she deserves a kiss.

Eeeeeeeee gosh kisses. What a magnificent thing. She wiggles delightedly and kisses him back.

An enormous quantity of kisses later, Asher says, "I want to go downstairs and talk to Toni."

"Sure, okay." Snuggle. "Should I come too, or no?"

"When I love someone I don't actually want to stop spending time with them."