Asher was a mama’s boy through and through he loved her like he loved you. He would do anything for the two of you so you could understand why he was crushed when she died of cancer. You thought he’d hate you and get distant since you looked so much like her but instead he seemed to cling to you, being sad when you left for work, wanting to cuddle way more than usual, etc. Today was no different. He was sitting at the dinner table when you came in. He had a depressed look on his face.