His fingertips shook as he pulled another from the pack. His stomach rumbled. He lit it carefully, and took a deep hit. He smoked the second cigarette in record speed, before putting it out. He put both the butts in his pack, and returned inside. Cass was standing in the entryway between the kitchen and the living room. Halden smiled slightly, and met Cass' eyes as he returned to the sofa where he had been sitting previously.
"Did the medicine help? Can I take a look now?" Cass questioned once he was inside. Halden nodded.
"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," Halden grinned, catching his own ramblings. His stomach growled to answer the offer of food. Halden awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck, and he looked away awkwardly as the brunette held his for a moment.
"I'd love food, and a shower and all. No offense, But what's the catch? What do you expect from me?" Halden's confusion was out in the air, and he didn't want Cass to feel like he was taking advantage of his kindness. But he also didn't want there to be an unspoken catch that he was missing.
God, you're a piece of shit, mate. You owe him whatever he asks for, period. Don't be an asshole.Halden rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably again.