I think we broke Ash already

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“Ash, talk to me. what do you need a hand with first?”

“Hey- you ok man?”
The figure in a slightly darker work uniform walks behind Ash, then appears to his other side. He calls to Ash, which snaps him out of his mild panic. A young man in his twenties, taller and more slender than Ash with long black hair in a ponytail stands next to him. His expression is neutral, with a tuft of styled side fringe laying lazily over his left side. His skin type is a mixed brown in comparison to Ash’s Caucasian tone.

Ash however, is absolutely daydreaming angel wings and sparkles around him.
Still red and flustered, he nervously chuckles “MY SAVIOUR!”
The coworker replies again with: “Where should I start?”