Cass thought it would be too hard to focus on just the letters before him because his mind would be wandering to whatever the hell was happening between Edgar and Lord Ridgewood. He thought he would be twitching, itchy to witness two grown men pine for each other.
He was wrong.
He forgot to remember how entitled, ballzy, and rude the noble class here were. Correction, the noble class anywhere. Not that Cass had met any in his own world, but hey, he felt that wasn't a terrible generalization to make.
So he wasn't twitching in his seat because he was thinking about what kind of mess Edgar and Lord Ridgewood were getting into. He was twitching because he wanted to reach through the letters and punch the people who wrote them in the face.
