There was a moment between freezing up at Soren's hand on his hair and melting at the soothing touch. It was impossible for Cassidy not to relax around his best friend, and through large, red, worried and scared eyes, he looked into Soren's eyes, and nodded. He didn't want to talk. It hurt to even swallow at that point, and breathing was tough, too. He had simply given up trying to drink, because it burned his throat. Eating was something that didn't even cross his mind.
He held out his hands and buried his head between his arms.