Tim did not like feeling like a heel over this. It wasn't his fault. He wanted Cassie. And he most certainly did not want this situation. How was he to help the cards that were dealt to him? And could the rest of the night clearly be so quickly forgotten? He knew Cassie was frustrated-he could see quite clearly that she was frustrated-but he was as well. Just as much, if not more so. For though he had and still did want her, he was also anxious that this whole thing had thrown a wrench into whatever it was that was blossoming between them.
And that was the worst thought of all. Because when it came right down to it, physicality was only one part of a relationship, and in Cassie he had begun to feel... more.
As for the present though, he had mostly denied looking in his rear view window when she was in the back seat changing out of her dress as somehow it did not seem right to look at her in that way when she was less than pleased with him. As if seeing her was some sort of treat he felt he did not deserve.
Before they got to the narrows, Tim had stopped off in an alley, and set the car to changing its exterior, just as he quickly changed into his own costume. While Cassie had fought something of a battle to do the same thing, his own transition was relatively seamless, as it was not his first time doing such a thing in the confined space.
By the time they actually got to their destination he could feel her irritation, but it did not occur to him that she would have wanted to stay at the party without him. Which may or may not have been a blessing. He just knew that she was upset, and that he could scarcely do anything about it at the moment.