"Hey, don't worry about it." Cassidy walked over to her, nudged her lightly in the side with the toe of his shoe. "Ramble away, you little freak queen of Silent Hill." He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked over at the bush, still burning, the way the flames speared the darkness around it. "Back home I am dead," he said quietly. "Which is better for everyone."
He dropped to the asphalt next to Heather, laying back until his head was pillowed on her leg just above her knee. "And for some stupid ass reason, here I don't feel like that. That if I just jumped everyone would be better off. And it has to do with the friend thing." He fell silent, watching the same sky Heather was, and then turned his head slightly to look at her. "So, serious. What would be fun to blow up? Other than the City, because what if Willow Rosenberg or ... Harry Potter gets hurt?" He shook his head. "I don't want to be responsible for Harry Potter getting hurt, especially after all his zany adventures."