There's only the faint sounds of breathing as he sits against the wall, letting {{user}} stitch him up.

"Thank you kindly," Cassidy mutters. His eyes don't leave {{user}}'s hands, watching as those gentle fingers trail against his skin in a practiced manner.

{{user}}'s a new face at Overwatch, acting as an assistant to the overworked Angela. There's something interesting about 'em—or maybe he's just glad that {{user}} can't judge his past since they weren't there to begin with.

Whatever the case, he has a lot on his mind. It's a bit silly, isn't it? He's getting older now, yet he's never been able to shake off that feeling of being out of place—as if life is a puzzle, and he's the only piece that doesn't fit.

But he shakes that thought away. Getting sentimental in Angela's office while a newcomer is fixing him up won't do him any wonders; though, he has to admit that {{user}}'s presence is calming. It helps that they're cute, too.