Asche silently played with the feel of the boy's nickname on his salt-dried lips, his brow furrowing - he hadn't ever had a nickname, with a name so short there wasn't much room for one - and the part of him that was so attached to traditions seemed to reject the idea of calling an acquaintance anything more intimate than their full name. "Psych," he repeated in a low mumble, tossing his head up and down once to convince himself it was alright.

He made an effort to turn the other's attention horizontally down the beach, and with a gesture of his head Asche made sure to steer him away from the caves where his family lived, towards the edge of the ridge that was further from the jungle and less frequently inhabited with women. His ears occasionally fell flat against his skull with nervous anticipation of some sort of assault. Could other men, particularly bachelors, really come and visit for the simple reason of wanting a new horizon to set their eyes on? The golden boy next to him seems to stutter something angrily and Asche's stride falters, gaze piercing the other man's. "Is everything quite alright?" the words, if spoken to another, may have sounded genuine and concerned. With this encounter Asche struggled with hiding his hostility. He felt that for some reason it would take him a while to trust the oddball who had washed up on the beach - on his beach.

"I'm Asche," he replied simply, his stare unwavering as he pivoted again in minuscule strides around the stranger to stare up into the jungle ahead, pointing out a small outcrop of rocks that could provide him with protection from the elements. "If you plan on staying past sunset, there is a good place for shelter." And it's open enough that I can keep my eye on you, he thought as he cleared his throat. "The weather is unpredictable here, but you are welcome -" he paused, "as long as you are truthful about your intentions not to meddle here."

If all things fell to ruin so soon due to the presence of one man, Asche would have made an enemy far sooner than he had expected. For one to intent on only forging friendships, he had began to realise that to achieve and maintain everything you wished for, you had to beat down some obstacles along the way.

He hoped that this would not be the case for Psychedelic, for though the capped man was wary, he could see a glint of promise in those bright eyes.