"Fine. Lucian. You aren't-we aren't doing whatever you think we are. I never agreed to your help. The Doctor also dropped off the tools I asked for anyways. I'm prepared for my next one, and my magic abilities are coming back stronger every day. You know that." Cass said, sniffing. He had to tear his gaze away from Draken's, unable to meet that orange gaze. He wasn't sure what he was expecting.
He just knew he couldn't handle if his gaze was warm and affectionate, and he couldn't handle it if it was the opposite. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Hmm. The Doctor already dropped off the tools, huh? Why were they rushing? You still have quite a bit of time before it happens." Draken murmured, and Cass swallowed.
