There had to be some sort of sick fuck watching all of this and just- fucking hell. He looked like a puppy left out in the damned fucking rain. Fuck fuck fuck!
When he rose Terence started to sit up as well.
"Fucking hell, Cass, sit back down," he sighed and flung his head against the back of the sofa.
When Cass looked at him and told him that he didn't care and never had he wondered just how long he'd known.
He rubbed his face, groaning quietly, knowing this was one of the stupidest things he was ever going to do. "Ok-" he sighed, "what do you need to know?"
He looked at Cass who still looked betrayed and felt completely guilty and nothing like the hard hitting, unfeeling man he made himself out to be. Dammit he was just too fucking cute...