He knew Conor had problems in his past, just from the way he behaved and now the way he tensed with the simplest of touches, but Cass never asked. It wasn't his business. If Conor wanted to tell him, then he would. Cass's problems were worn on his skin for everyone to see - each and every little scar. Not everyone was so unlucky.
"I hope I never lose it," now he kissed the curve of Conor's neck though a tiny clearing of a throat made him sigh and just rest his chin on the other fae's shoulder. "I know you will. That's the only reason I told you."
Bri pouted quite obviously, "Papa, eat your ice cream." Cass rolled his eyes and sat up properly, picking up a spoonful and eating it, giving her a look that very clearly said I hope you're happy. And she was.