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Casimir Starr hesitated, his hand hovering above the doorlock.
He could hear the hum of voices inside, his sensitive ears could already pick out each individual one and each one felt like home.
In that moment, he could almost understand what Kit had been attempting to do. Did the way that he had been avoiding conversation and distracting him with sex, frustrate and antagonise him? Yes. But was it better than the heavy weight of grief that had almost pulled him under?
Whilst his stomach twisted with anxiety and his chest began to ache and burn with grief, Cas quietly regretted not allowing Kit to accompany him, regardless of how his family might feel to have a human soldier in attendance.
