#starter;roman

"Thought you didn't drink?" And with that delightful introduction, Cass had announced his presence, slipping into a seat right next to Roman before the older man even had an opportunity to reject his company. The smile on his features would probably be interpreted by passersby as that of happiness, happy to meet up with a friend, but a harsh undertone to the look in his eyes made it clear his enjoyment came from nefarious places. He'd been on edge, ever since the mist had settled, and for days afterward he swore he could feel the tension rising in his body, heart thumping whenever he tried to get to sleep from the sheer pressure of not being able to do anything, not being able to help anyone, not feeling either like his wolf self or his past human self - a strange cross between that didn't quite feel like Cass and that left him wondering, late at night, who he even was anymore. Maybe wanting to let off steam by harassing people made him a bad person. But maybe being a bad person kept him feeling in control.

"You want me to buy you a Coke or something, grandpa? So you can take your beta blocker?" Cass' tone feigned concern, sweet innocence dripping from it, he could practically taste it in his mouth as he spoke. "Or is your blood sugar a bit high? I could get you diet...."

location: bolt's

"Don't be too excited," Cass warned as he wandered into the garage, taking great pains to be as loud and obnoxious as possible, just to grate on Roman that little bit more. "Your favourite coworker's back," he announced with a grandiose gesture to himself, as if that hadn't been obvious from the moment he stepped in. "Holiday's over, I'm back to relieve your suffering. Miss me?" He moved to sit down right next to the car Roman was currently working on, just to ensure his shit eating grin was fully in the older man's line of sight. "You want some help there, grandpa? Sight failing you yet? Back hurting?"

location: roman’s trailer, 2am

He’d been banging on the door for a minute, unaware of how much noise he was even making. Unaware of much, to be honest - Cass was so out of it he barely seemed to register anything at the moment, had barely even been aware of his surroundings before a faint memory had popped to the surface of the deck building, and he’d come to realise where exactly he was. And so here he was about to do a thing he was certain would reflect badly on him and bring him all sorts of shit, but he was out of options, strung out and tired, pupils dilated and body exhausted. As the door opened, he gave the man a look of desperation, biting his lip, trying to prevent a snarky remark from coming through lest it hurt him in the long run. “I’m lost,” Cass said quietly with the tone of a child way out of his depth.