Or maybe he never had. Maybe he never would. A thought for another place, another time.
Caspian's knuckles lingered against Cassie's cheeks for a few more seconds, an idle, familiar touch. He had always been a physically affectionate person - that had been part of the reason why he had managed to fall so wholly and completely for Michael, because Michael hadn't found that weird or offputting or uncomfortable. And now he was using it to remind himself that Cassie was still breathing, still here.
Her question startled him a little, however. Caspian looked down at his twin, blinking, and then relaxed.
"I'll have to ask Peter, since he's been in the spare bedroom, and Michael too, I mean, but I think it'd be cool otherwise," he said. Plus it would give them time to actually hang out again, even if Cassie was in recovery.
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