[Or... maybe not. He'd thought that would do more, somehow. He'd thought Cassel would look happier, not hurt. And for him... it's not terrible or anything, but he's uncomfortably aware of Cassel's warmth and weight pressed into his side, apparently pointlessly. He sighs, mouth twitching in frustration, his other hand rubbing agitatedly over his thigh.]
Yeah. Whatever, man.
[Hasn't he said enough? Exposed enough? What else does Cassel want him to say?]
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Yeah. Whatever, man.
[Hasn't he said enough? Exposed enough? What else does Cassel want him to say?]