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CASSPER MOON

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"Ibuprofen works by blocking the production of prostaglandins, They cause pain and swelling, or inflammation. I think they're working, but please feel free to get me patched up the rest of the way," Cassper blinked a few times, taking in the small amount of information that had just been thrown his way, before letting an amused smile spread over his face. He couldn't tell if Halden was rambling nervously or if this was just something he did on a regular. Either way, he set that aside and got to work, dabbing some healing ointment onto the deeper wounds. The odd mixture had been a gift from one of his students, and it always seemed to do the trick.

His upper body leaned forward, large eyes scanning every inch of Halden's face to make sure each and every wound was clean. There was a swollen eye still very visible, but nothing the ibuprofen and an ice pack couldn't fix. There was a short silence, but was quickly broken by the sound of Halden's stomach. Well that answered that question, Cass thought, the soft smile that had vanished slowly coming back. But before he could comment, Halden spoke again, his question leaving the dancer at a bit of a loss for words. Cassper's dark yet transparent eyes stared back at his house guest with genuine confusion.

"Um- nothing..." he finally responded with a tilt of the head, making it almost sound like a question rather than a statement, because what could Cass possibly what of him? He bit his bottom lip in thought before dark eyes locked on Halden's again. "Do people usually expect something back when they do things for you?" he asked, though he probably already knew the answer. Cass was old enough to know that most people didn't do things for others without expecting anything back. Lucky for Halden, Cassper was not most people. "I don't want anything from you..." he clarified in case Halden hadn't gotten the message clearly. "I just want to help...because I can."