Cass didn't remember saying goodbye to Cassian. All he remembered was looking down at the teacup in his hand, opening his mouth to say something else to the man, then looking up and finding himself staring up at the ceiling of his new bedroom.
It was a rather startling realisation.
Cass laid there for a moment, trying to process everything that had passed between them. It hadn't been as serious of a talk as the first time had. He felt that it couldn't be now that he had two…heats under his belt.
It hurt him to say that. Cass had never really been into that genre, but it seemed he didn't have a choice. Now that he'd said it on accident…that was what it was.
Cass closed his eyes, sighing heavily and he heard some shifting happen in the room.
"Cass?" A soft voice asked. It wasn't Lucian, which kind of surprised Cass, but it was only a small part. That was because Lucian had pretty much been there every time he'd woken up, and because he'd spoken to Cassian about him too.
