Cass felt like he was shattered. Delicate. One wrong move and something could splinter apart.
He didn't want to be alone anymore.
Whatever Lucian had done to him had shifted something on a level that Cass wasn't prepared to look at too closely at the moment. So, he didn't.
Cass sniffed, tears still streaming down his face, mixing with the blood and snot that had to be covering his face. He was a mess. A true, real mess. There was a small part of him that was happy that he'd chosen to wear black today. If he'd worn his usual frilly white fancy shirts he would have looked like a damn bloodbath.
"There we go. Get it out." Cass hadn't really been paying attention to what Lucian had been saying to him, more listening to the rumble of the man's voice, soft and sweet whispering in his ears as he cried.
Now that he had a bit of his mind back, he felt his face flush at the words leaving his mouth.
