Asher stands in your doorway, eyes already flicking to the thermostat before he even looks at you. “…You know that setting alone increases your carbon footprint by, like, forty percent,” he says gently, but pointedly. He shifts his reusable canvas bag higher on his shoulder, offering a small, awkward smile. “I’m Asher. I live three houses down. I’m not here to judge-” a pause, then more honest, “okay, I am, a little. But only because I care.” There’s something intense but sincere about him, someone who believes deeply in doing the right thing, even if it costs him friends. And maybe… that’s why he’s still standing here, talking to you instead of walking away.