Cass came back down, hefting both the cello cases down the stairs with him. He talked around the cigarette in his lips, "Dad's paying for the pizza, says we owe him one." He set Soren's cello case at his best friend's feet before opening his own and pulling out the bow and instrument.
"So um." He looked up at Soren, resting his head on top of the cello. "We're cool." It was more a question than he wanted it to be, but as far as he was concerned, nothing had changed.