By the time Sable had gotten there, Cassidy had gotten over his minor moment of panic, and had gone to make some snack food. It kept him busy and his mind off of what was going to happen. He'd also gotten finished making it, since it was really just chocolate covered pretzels and strawberries, which he'd slipped into the fridge. He was back on the couch, running his finger over the rim of the still chocolatey bowl, sucking the chocolate residue from his finger while he watched TV.
The past couple days had left him pretty much unable to function in society. He realized that anyone that even remotely reminded him of Henn, Soren or Sable made him get excited, so he was staying inside. And in his room, more often than not. When he heard Sable's footsteps on the patio, he sat up and looked through the windows and smiled slightly.