Cass, somehow, ended up in between a sandwich of men's chests. Despite how frustrated he was, and annoyed after everything that had finished off the night, this was where he was.
Edgar on one side, and Lucian on the other. Edgar, at least, asked if it was alright. He was worried about Cass, and he was very willing to leave the bed to give Cass some peace of mind. Lucian, however, had waved off Edgar's concern and told him that Cass needed physical support throughout the night, and a snack nearby.
Cass was angry and flushed at that comment, but somehow, Lucian had been able to calm him down enough that Cass found himself with Lucian's bare chest on one side, and Edgar's frilly white shirt on the other.
Neither man had pajamas in the room. Or nearby. Cass wasn't even sure if Edgar had a room in the mansion. He couldn't honestly remember. He knew that Lucian didn't care, but as Cass drifted off, he worried about Edgar's situation and if he even had a space to call his own here.
