Reagan and Caius
Caius gave a little nod -- he didn’t plan on saying goodbye to any family either. While Anthony would probably understand now, he didn’t feel like explaining himself to anyone. Caius smiled faintly at Reagan. “Pretty sure we do, but we can always stop and get more, to be safe,” he said, only half kidding about that. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to fill his mourning, suffering wife with alcohol, but at this point Caius was only concerned with making her feel better whenever possible. Everything was still so raw, he couldn’t imagine her not wanting to dull it somehow. He turned and guided her arm through his to escort her off the dance floor back to where she’d left her last glass. “I’ll get our coats.”
Reagan was also pretty sure they had wine. She always had wine. She had just been drinking more of it than usual lately. As Caius left to get their coats, Reagan picked up her discarded wine glass and finished off what was left. She was starting to feel a bit floaty in a rather pleasant way. With the glass empty she set it back on the table and forgot about it, suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of people there. Did Point Pleasant even have this many people? Her chest was starting to feel tight, like she was becoming claustrophobic or something even though nobody was near her. Reagan took a deep breath and started towards the large open doors leading out of the banquet room to the lobby where she was sure Caius had gone to get their coats. Reagan was careful not to bump into anyone, or slow down when someone greeted her. Her intention was to find Caius but Reagan just kept moving until she was pushing through the doors outside. He would find her, she was sure of it. The winter air swept over her immediately and Reagan breathed it in, finding herself attempting to use her magic to warm her skin. Of course nothing happened, but she kept trying anyway, the urge to scream in frustration welling up inside of her.
Caius missed Reagan’s exit completely, having gone back into the ballroom to find her. A quick scan of the room showed him she wasn’t at the table, and he didn’t see her mingling more with people ... Frowning vaguely, he turned and headed back into the lobby, tossing a questioning look at one of the club employees acting as security. Caius didn’t even have to speak out loud, this place knew him and Reagan so well through their parents. The big man nodded toward the front doors, and Caius hurried through them, a little concerned all of the sudden that Reagan would be nowhere to be found, but he spotted her right away. Caius came up behind her with a quiet “hey” before he put her coat on her bare shoulders. It was freezing out, and he instinctively started to warm the air around them for her.
The feel of her coat on her shoulders caused Reagan to start a bit, but she looked up to see Caius there, which helped calm her somewhat. Her skin was still chilled, but she knew he was using his magic to warm the space around them. Something she should have been able to do. "I don't feel as though I have the right to be upset," she told him, even though he hadn't asked. It didn't matter. "I made the choice, and I would do it again." Reagan thought her words sounded a bit slurred, but she couldn't tell for sure and she didn't really care either. She tugged her coat more tightly around her body. "I'm sorry. I just want to go home."
Caius naturally didn’t need any context to understand what she was saying. The loss of Reagan’s magic was their whole context these days, it was just in the air, between every word, behind every action. He gave both of her upper arms a gentle squeeze, then rubbed them a bit for the cold.