Cass couldn't help but flinch before looking down, sheepish that he was called out on something that he'd actually been striving to do better. "I'm... I'm sorry about that. Really, I am. Sable, I really wish I could truly make that go away, and not be an issue. I simply cannot make it all go away in a moment's notice. It's um... Well, it's not conscious, when I do it. It's repetition, compulsion, and patterning that makes me do that. When things are out of place, it's... not like I really have any control over my panic. I wish I could give you a better answer than that. I'm sorry. It's not that I'm writing you off, Sable, it's literally that I can't always control how I react." He bowed his head and chewed his lower lip. Sighing through his nose after a moment, he cleared his throat. "I want you to stop borrowing the cookware and bringing it to your shop. S'nice of you to cook for your customers, but I'm really just half tempted to buy you your own so I don't have to spend all day searching for my damned crockpot." He kissed her forehead. "That's really all I've got in terms of picking nits with you. Henn... well, I love you, but... I'm not sure how. I know you know that. We'll have to talk about that in private, hopefully we can straighten me out on the subject, both of us together. As for you, Soren, you're the only one who really knows me, and I'm so grateful for that, but princess, you've got to stop your assumptions about how I think."
He curled one leg up to his chest and sighed, swallowing down a lump in his throat. "m'done with that, now."