Edgar didn't say anything about the conversation he had overheard. Cass was grateful for it, not sure if he had the energy to deal with that conversation at the moment. Edgar did what he said he would, walking them to 'his territory', whatever that meant, and hailing them a carriage. He didn't put Cass inside and leave like Cass kind of expected.
Instead, he put Cass inside, got in, and then picked Cass up and placed him in his lap again. Cass didn't even have the energy to refuse, and honestly? He wanted it. He needed the physical touch, but he couldn't look in Edgar's eyes. He was weak right now, and if he saw disgust there he wouldn't recover.
Cass could tell. He felt like a damn doll right now. Delicate and soft. One wrong push and he would shatter.
He was shaking again. Cassian had only enough power to speak that much, but that didn't mean he was calm. He was a storm inside of Cass. Anger and rage whipping around inside of him. It made Cass feel hollow.
