Lucian, even if he was nervous, didn't let Cass sit by himself in the carriage. Of course, he'd opened the door, escorting Cass inside and let him sit down, but once Lucian got into the carriage he grabbed Cass, picking him up and sliding him into his own lap. His arm was around his back, his big hand on his thigh. A constant support while Lucian's other hand to Cass' in his own, rubbing small, nervous circles in his skin.
He looked like he would rather be anywhere else, but like he also wasn't going to miss an opportunity to be touching Cass. Lucian was never going to give up the option to have Cass in his lap and not protesting profusely.
Cass, for his part, wasn't sure if he should be blushing or the colour of a bleached sheet. Both options felt fitting, but he wasn't sure in what order.
