Considering that, Soren nodded and stubbed his cigarette out in a nearby ash tray. "It's not weird, and you've got a point." He watched Cass fuss nervously s and reached out to squeeze his forearm, a reassuring gesture that he hoped Cass hadn't caught on as reassuring.
He sat up and moved over a little closer, blinking. He didn't really know why Cass wanted to make out - maybe practice, maybe boredom, but it was okay with him. He really was kind of cute with his braces off. Soren took off his glasses and folded them before setting them by his soda. The world went into a swimmy blur of color, and he chuckled sheepisly.