"Not for long, Cass. It was only a few minutes." He kissed Cassidy on the mouth, letting it linger for a few moments before exiting. He made his way to a corner store, counting on the Skwigelf Scowl, his height, and a billowing black trench coat to keep himself from getting fucked with.
He bought a few cans of soup, a bowl, some tea packets, a mug, a spoon, some water, and some lotion for the chapped parts of Cass' face. He paid for things and made his way back to Cass' flat in doublequick time, letting himself back in with Cass' key before going to make the soup. He knew Cass could hear him.
Once the soup was warmish (not hot, that would hurt Cass' throat and the tea was steeping, he brought them the bed. "Hey. Chicken noodle all right?"