Edgar was the first to rush to him as he emerged. He was waiting near the doors, looking anxious as he held onto his own wine glass. His big blue eyes were wide as he reached for Cass' shoulder, grabbing him with enough force that Cass stumbled back and he looked immediately guilty.
"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" He asked and Cass nodded, chuckling.
"I'm fine." Cass told him, taking a sip from his champagne flute. The bubbles in the wine washed over his tongue, chasing away the bitter taste left in his mouth from any interaction with his grandfather.
"Are you sure?" Edgar asked, shaking Cass a little and Cass felt his body relax. How could he remain tense in the face of such open concern? He wanted to pull the other man close, hug him, kiss him to assure him that he was fine but they had too many eyes on them.
Instead Cass reached for the hand on his shoulder, giving Edgar's hand a squeeze.
