Chapter 41: I will never call you
Cass sighed, wanting to put his head in his hands. Instead, he closed his eyes, sighing again and Draken rumbled above him.
"You’re in pain. Should I call in your aid?" He asked and Cass wasn’t even sure what to do. What he did know was that this Draken? This one that wasn’t harsh, or abrasive? Was dangerous. Damaging. He had no doubt that if he spent too much time around this version of him that Cass could find himself crumbling under his own convictions.
He just needed to remind himself that this was a limited time deal.
If they didn’t deepen their connection, then it was going to fade away. Cass had no intention of deepening his connection, and he had to make sure that Draken got that message too.
Right now was just...not the time. He didn’t have the energy to argue with him, or to put up his normal walls. Draken was right. He was in pain. While their conversation had distracted him enough to push it to the back of his mind, that didn’t mean that he completely forgot about it.
It was just at the back of his mind.
"Yeah." Cass admitted quietly and Draken moved quickly, rushing to the door. Thankfully, Sam was waiting on the other side, a fresh tray with another glass of the sewage liquid on the tray. Cass made a face at the sight and Sam’s lips twitched, before he composed himself.
"Ah. Perfect. Lord Blackburn was saying he was in pain." Sam’s eyes hardened and he strode towards the bed, placing the tray beside it. He hesitated, glancing at Draken nervously and Draken sighed. "I won’t stop you from feeding him. Is it really that awful?" Draken asked and Sam looked even more hesitant.
"It’s subjective." Cass said, and Draken seemed surprised.
"It’s subjective? How? Do people taste different things when they taste it?" Cass shrugged.
"Apparently, and no, you can’t taste it." Draken closed his mouth, his expression souring.