[Not the nicest thing to look at, but Cassel's eyes are drawn anyway. The blood is refreshing, somehow, a reassurance that things aren't as he expected them to be. Still not great - he expects that he knows the reason Mickey was so angry that he had to get into a fight in the first place - but better than he thought, anyway.]
[He didn't make Mickey mad enough to lash out on purpose. He hasn't lost another friend. This, he can deal with this.]
[His smile is hesitant, quick as a flash and gone, but he attempts it, anyway, and it lingers around his eyes as he crosses the floor to sit next to Mickey on the bench. Close enough to feel his body heat, not close enough to touch. A compromise.]
spam
[He didn't make Mickey mad enough to lash out on purpose. He hasn't lost another friend. This, he can deal with this.]
[His smile is hesitant, quick as a flash and gone, but he attempts it, anyway, and it lingers around his eyes as he crosses the floor to sit next to Mickey on the bench. Close enough to feel his body heat, not close enough to touch. A compromise.]
You fuck him up?