Who: Cass and Soren What: Talking Where: Home, Tortuga When: Early Morning Warnings: Crying, swearing, angst, possibly boners.
Cassidy had pretty much paced in every room in the house, save for Soren's. He had flopped down on the couch upstairs eventually, and was busy drawing patterns in the carpet near the couch. As he'd said, he'd taken his gloves off, and it felt strange. His palms were almost always covered, save for in the shower, and sometimes while he slept. He had been wearing gloves since he was eleven, after hearing about a certain... statistic in his family. Bill had posed it as a statistic, but Cassidy saw through that. He yelled at Bill back then, "I'm CURSED?! How could you DO THIS to me??" He had cried for hours after that, before he tugged on a pair of fingerless gloves, and had worn them ever since.
He was admittedly very superstitious. And he needed a cigarette. He'd run out a half hour ago, and wasn't wont to go out and get himself a new carton. Thank god Soren was coming home.