Cass grumbled, half asleep by the time that they had reached the main floor. Edgar shuffled him, holding him tighter and chuckled.
"His eyes are so swollen." He murmured to the man next to him, and Cass only wondered for a sleepy second who it was before they spoke.
"He must have been crying. I feel like shit. Didn't we leave a note?" Lucian asked softly, his voice a rumble. Cass could feel them moving across the floor, each step a gentle rocking motion that pushed him further into sleep. He felt most of it was due to his sheer level of exhaustion, from stress and crying.
"It doesn't matter." Edgar told him. "If he woke up in the state that he did, there was no way he was going to find the note. I'm going to get rid of it when I put him to bed. While it might make us look better, it doesn't matter." Edgar's voice was soft, lulling Cass more to sleep. Feeling him speak, his chest vibrating, Cass sighed softly and nuzzled in closer. Edgar stuttered in his steps slightly.
