[Cassidy's mind is a predictable thing - though, so would almost anyone's be, given what's just gone before. Except, perhaps, Freddie's, who's far more given to contrary. If nothing else, it should keep Cassidy on his (splintered) toes.
He stops, once he's down from the counter, long enough to check his footing and that the joints of his knees won't remember how much he's drunk tonight and slip out from underneath him immediately. Long enough for Cassidy to catch two fingers under the waist of his jeans. Freddie glances down at that, carefully locking his own hand around Cassidy's wrist.]
I've had you. You having me isn't on offer anymore.
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He stops, once he's down from the counter, long enough to check his footing and that the joints of his knees won't remember how much he's drunk tonight and slip out from underneath him immediately. Long enough for Cassidy to catch two fingers under the waist of his jeans. Freddie glances down at that, carefully locking his own hand around Cassidy's wrist.]
I've had you. You having me isn't on offer anymore.