Cas stared at it, unable to believe his eyes. It was sleek and black, the screen dark, the weight of it solid in his hands. There were little earbuds, too, and a smartwatch. All of them from the same brand. All of them his.
A phone? Did that mean he had his own phone? His own phone?
He turned it on with shaking hands, watching the screen light up. A little message popped up, and Cas's breath caught in his throat.
Dear Caspian, thank you for visiting Novaterra. We hope you visit again.
He almost screamed. He couldn't believe it. He had never owned anything like this in his life. He had never thought he would own anything like this. It was too much, too generous, too much.
Austin had stared at his own phone with a similar expression. They had sat in silence on the truck ride back, both of them holding their packages, both of them thinking.
