Cass couldn't help but to snort at Miles' comments on Verity. 'Poor Monty,' he said almost reflexively. He wondered if he should feel sorry for him at all, but pushed the feeling away as quickly as it surfaced.
Leaning his head against the glass he laughed at Miles' comment, though it was not a laugh of happiness or mirth. Instead it was filled with a bitterness so unlike him that no one who knew him even remotely would recognise the sound.
'You know there is only one person who's ever seen me drunk - really pissed, can hardly stand up drunk,' he said, looking up, either unable or unwilling to mask the pain in his eyes. No doubt he'd get better at that, hide it like he did anything else. Today though, it was just too raw for him to put up the necessary shields. Besides, Miles knew too much anyway. What else was there to hide?