What, did you think I were wasting the good liquor?

[ he gives freddie a look with a raised eyebrow. then he drops his gaze to his handiwork, tucking the end of the bandage. he's standing between freddie's legs now, his hip bumping freddie's knee.

the significance of the key isn't entirely lost on cassidy, though it doesn't have the same meaning in his time. he's not sure what to do with the new information. for now it sits in the pit of his stomach like a small stone. he's looking at the gauze peeking out between the bandages, but what he sees is freddie lying in a hospital bed. after the incident with the dragon, he assumes, though he hasn't seen any pictures yet.

he catches his bottom lip between his teeth. releases it. ]

Didn't say nothing about asking. When you've people who care about you, you needn't have to ask.

[ he didn't ask cassidy to help him. though he might've asked him not to help, if he'd known the methods he'd employ. ]

Why've you not used it?

[ that part is a bit lost on him. maybe he understands less than he thought about why it was given in the first place. ]