"No, baby, no." Gideon whispered, sounding upset. "Not at all. Gods, please don't think of it that way." Gideon squeezed Cass tightly. The sound of the water sloshing in the tub as Edgar approached and placed his arm around Cass' waist had Cass tensing, but he relaxed just as quickly.
"But it feels wrong." Cass whispered. "Everything feels wrong. I just, it doesn't feel okay that I'm happy at all while all of this terribleness is happening around me." Cass admitted. Edgar let out a mournful sound.
"You didn't drink a lot tonight, right?" Edgar asked softly and Cass nodded. His throat grew tight as Edgar even suggested that Cass had been drinking.
"No. I limited myself." Cass told him and Edgar let out a shaky breath.
