He didn't know what happened on the mission, really. Thinking back on it felt like trying to remember what happened the night before a hangover- except Cassidy was completely sober.

The plane ride back to Gibraltar felt heavy, like he had this force pushing down on his chest, but nothing was there. Baptiste tried making friendly conversation but Cassidy just couldn't do it, but he didn't want to be rude so his responses were short and quick so eventually the man gave up and went for looking out the window.

But the silence only led to this kind of ringing in Cassidy's ears, like if the altitude suddenly switched and hearing was fuzzy, but even when they reached the Watchpoint it stayed that way.

Somebody else tried talking to the Cowboy but he ignored it on his quick journey to his room. He felt cold even though it was 92° outside, his one organic hand felt clammy and he had to shake it by his side multiple times, he felt dizzy and like his vision was caving in, and now he was hot again.

It must be withdrawal, that's the only thing the ex gang member could think of. He paced around his room, knocking things over with shaking hands as he desperately looked for a cigar in hopes to clear whatever was going on.

He thankfully found one and quickly lit it the small flame brought a bead of sweat down his neck for absolutely no reason as he walked to the balcony and quickly drew in the smoke.

This has happened to Cassidy before, very rarely, but has still happened. The only thing he could blame it on was the need of nicotine, his body going through major withdrawal.

But he already smoked today.