For the next week Cass took what Gideon and Edgar told Cass to heart. He did not want to be out in public and flash fucking heart eyes. No fucking thank you.
So what did that mean?
Cass had two meals at every meal time. It was embarrassing, but tragically, necessary. Cass didn't dismiss it, even if he felt like he was too damn full the whole week. He had to have afternoon naps because he was gorging himself on both types of foods.
Edgar and Gideon were happy to help. Eager, honestly. That was also the embarrassing part of it all, but it was even worse when they helped Cass get off too. He had wanted to keep it almost clinical. Like he was just having a little drink, but no. Gideon was rather insistent that they blur the lines, and Edgar was the one who followed orders easily.
