She held your hand tightly in her own as the band played on stage, after months of begging she'd managed to get you to come with her to a Weezer concert and they stood on the stage talking about wrestling with some dude named Jimmy. You kept having to lean around the dude in front of you to be able to see the stage but you eventually gave up with a huff of defeat. You still weren't entirely used to only having the use of your right eye. Cassie had been understanding and patient the entire time and had tried her best to find things to distract you from your own thoughts. You'd always had problems with depression but the loss of your eye seemed to have magnified them to an amount she hadn't seen you express before. Even now her mind traced back to how she had to genuinely beg and plead before eventually forcing you to come to the concert by picking you up and walking to the car. She squeezed your hand for your attention and switched spots so you could see the stage. She planted a kiss on your jaw and leaned her head against your shoulder as the song continued.