Aidan made it to the medicine cabinet and began looking through all they things. Luckily they had some cold medicine he could give Abigail, but no stomach flu or nausea medicine for him. He'd just have to endure it. He pulled out the bottle and sat it on the counter as he went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. His stomach still felt like it was doing flips, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't think Abigail knew either. Perhaps Cordelia would know. She was in the medical field after all. He had meant to ask her before but everything went by so quickly after he puked his guts out that he didn't get the chance to. he pulled his phone out and stared at he new contact for much linger than necessary before deciding not to text. She had just barely left and he was already thinking of texting her, it was too soon. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away. With a sigh he grabbed the bottle of water and the medicine and headed back to Abigail's room.
Casteel eventually made it back to his office, pulling off his tie and suit jacket he still had on from the night before and sat in his chair. the seconds crawled by as he stared at his desk, when there was a sudden knock at his door. He looked up and was immediately confused by who had caused it. Why was Cordelia there? And why did she have o pick now out of all times? She invited herself in and took a seat, an unusual devious smirk on her face. She was up to something, and for the first time since Cas could remember, he didn't care. She made a comment about his father which dug deeper than he would have thought possible, but he blew it off with a lift of his eyebrow. "So now you're eavesdropping" he said as more of a statement than a question. He leaned forward in his chair, his eye piercing deep into hers. Normally, he would have warn a cold glare that would have been enough to send anyone running in fear. He had personally given Cordelia that same look once or twice. This time, however, there was nothing but confusion and though it was unknown to Casteel, a little bit of pain in his stare. "What do you want this time?" he said, his tone dry and tired.
Leon stared at the wall waiting for a cold and direct answer. To be honest, he did expect him to say something about his looks and whatever other shallow thing he could think of, but Roman's answer caught him completely off guard. So he know what he was thinking after all. Leon's hands gripped the sheets as a wave of emotions nearly knocked him over. He was so happy it terrified him. He was horrified of embracing the good feelings, of embracing Roman and everything he had to give, only to lose him right after. There was no guarantee that he wouldn't. Even if Roman's intentions were pure, even if the man really did keep his promise about never hurting him, even if Roman truly liked him foe more than looks... they couldn't hide from the council forever. Sooner or later they would find out, and when they did there wasn't going to be a happy ending for anyone. What made things worse is, he couldn't tell Roman any of this. What Leon did and was about to do probably seemed awful from Roman's point of view. He keg reminding himself he didn't have a choice. "I can't do this" he muttered, almost too quiet to understand, his voice fading a bit in some places. He was seconds away from breaking down in tears. Before Roman had the chance to say anything, Leon quickly got to his feet and began getting dressed.