He chuckled and rubbed his arm, shaking his head and biting his tongue to hold back another apology. Cassidy couldn't help it, the laughter or the apologizing. But he wouldn't say so. "It's just this. I thought we were over this months ago, but every time I think something is over and done with, it comes back up. I don't know how much more of this I can take, really. It's been a year. If it doesn't work out soon, I'm just... I don't know what I'll do, but I'm certain it won't be something constructive."
He laid down and put his hands under his head, wrinkling his nose at how greasy his hair was at the roots, and how many more tangles there were that he'd missed with the brush. "And Soren's been spending time at Mordhaus. I wouldn't necessarily care, usually. But he's been hanging out with Teja. I know they're friends and all, but If I had a dime for every time I wanted to tear that redhead apart, I would be rich from that venture alone. It's not that Teja is specifically bad to Soren, it's just that he's a... very peculiar sort of short-fused, over-reactive berserker and I wouldn't put it past him to do something very, very stupid."