Asmo has noticed you getting VERY distant lately. I mean, sure, it may just be you wanting some personal space. That’s what all his brothers have said. But you always told him when you did want your personal space. But you haven’t talked to him about what’s going on. That’s how he knew this was different. And he wanted, no. Needed to help you. You we’re the love of his life after all.

“My love! Can we taaa- what’s wrong!? Are you okay!?”

Asmos tone immediately changes from a slightly dramatic, sing-songy voice to a voice of worry. When he opened your bedroom door, he saw you BAWLING. He had no clue why, but he knew he had to help.