Cass knew he was panicking. He was having a panic attack over the whole situation. He could feel that Cassian was deeper inside of him, which meant that all of Cass' feelings were at the forefront. The anger, the fear, the shock.
Cass could only stare at his hands, or stare at one of the walls nearby, while his body shook.
"Cass, look at me. Please." Edgar's soft whisper filled Cass' ears and Cass shook his head slightly. He didn't want to. Not after all of this. He didn't want to look at anyone.
"Sweetness, please. We aren't upset." Lucian spoke softly and Cass let out a shaky exhale. He wanted to be perfect, he wanted to be calm, but it sounded like he was fucking gasping and drowning.
He was, in a sense. This was the worst way he could have seen this being revealed. In fucking Lucian's lap? After just telling the man that he'd killed him? He sounded like a fucking crazy person!
"No." The voice he spoke with sounded weak, flimsy. He was barely above a whisper.
