InsaneJournal

Cassidy had called Sable over to the house. She'd asked him while in the hospital that they try to start again, and he agreed wholeheartedly. He wanted to get back to where they started before all the relationship trouble even began. Cass didn't know how to get through to her, though. He spoke a different language than she did. It was hard for him to see what he could do to change that.

He also needed some creative outlet that day, and that's when it struck him, in fact. He was playing the piano - something he rarely did - and suddenly smiled. "Yeah," murmured Cass, his smile gone lopsided and slightly devious. "That'd work best." That's when he'd picked up the phone.

He was still at the piano, his crutches set against its side. The door was unlocked, and the dogs were laying in the hall, looking up as if they knew someone was coming. Mamba was sprawled across the top of the piano, looking rather disdainful at the fact Cass was making her bed make noise.