[sitting out on a bench with no regards to the fact that it was cold, Asch can be found without his tabard and shirt partially undone. He's staring intently at the snow falling, fiddling with something in his hand. Look to be paper that he kept folding and folding until he couldn't fold it anymore, which he would then unfold it and start the folding process again. There were already a few scraps of paper around him that became too battered to be folded anymore]
[Scribble. Scribble. Sitting on the bed in his room, Asch was adding marks on the wall. They seem to be ticking off something and there were a heck of a lot of tick marks on the wall by now.]