Casteel gave Abigail a small thank you when she complimented his coffee. It seemed like she went to text her brother because after she returned, she informed him that she should be getting home soon. Cas didn't really like the sound of that, but he did ask and he had to be responsible. After all, he had to get back to Eden soon. Who knows if that threat message from earlier was true. If that was the case then his father must already have found out abut why he had left the party, and would most likely throw a fit in he didn't get back soon. Casteel mentally sighed, not looking forward to dealing with his father. "Right, he must not be very happy" Cas statutes, referring to Aidan. He finished his coffee and took Abby's cup once she was finished as well and put the both in the sink, quickly washing them along with the dishes. "Go on and get your things then, i'll wait here" he said as he worked on cleaning the plates they had used.
Aidan was at a loss when Cordelia asked him if he was okay. He didn't want to say he wasn't, byte he didn't feel like lying to her was a good option either. Just as he was about to give her a vague answer, his phone buzzed. He quickly pulled it out, reading the message from Abigail and sighed. "I'm alright" he said, putting his hone back in his pocket. "Just worried" he admitted. It wasn't a total lie. He truly was worried about the fact that his sister had been out all night with a friend Aidan didn't even know and could possible be male. Pushing the tights aside, he picked up his fork and took a bite of one of his drapes to prove his point to Cordelia, but soon after regretted it. He let the fork fall on the plate and immediately got to his feet, barely making it to the toilet of the nearest bathroom in time. that was the third time that month that he got sick for no apparent reason.
Leon continued washing the dishes despite Roman's protest, until he was finished and set them up to dry. He felt his body being turned to face the other man and he was forced to make eye contact for the first time that day. Leon immediately felt weak in his knees and his expression softened. "Fine" he said quietly, breaking eye contact foe a few seconds. He felt the urge to kiss Roman every time he looked at his face, so he avoided doing so, but Roman insisted of making eye contact. The second time around he couldn't resist. His hands, which were resting at his side, slowly pushed his body away from the counter and closer to Roman until their lips touched. It lasted merely seconds before Leon second guessed his decision and quickly pulled away, breaking eye contact almost immediately. He had given in. Now Roman knew. He knew how Leon felt and he could use it to hurt him if he really wanted to.