Smiling faintly at Mel's comment, he shook his head, closing his eyes just long enough to let the scenery shift into a night sky, and a hill. He looked around himself to get a bearing of where they were, to acclimate himself to his surroundings. He quietly sat down beside Mel, and there, Cass sat with the six pack of soda bottles, unsure of what to do or say.
He looked positively world weary. After a moment of complete silence and looking up at the streams of shooting stars, he murmured, "I never know what to do during the Perseids. They say you should wish on a shooting star, but what if there's so many, that you can't count them all? And if you know they're going to happen, does that even count?"