Fear of abandonment. You weren't sure what caused it on Cassel, but it was clear. Every time you said you had to go home, you'd notice how he gulped and avoided eye contact, wondering if that was the last time he'd hear that from you. He was just scared to lose you, as he was losing himself on you. You knew he wasn't really a feelings guy. He'd do anything in his power to stop himself from feeling and facing his problems, because he had already been labeled like a weirdo in your school. Outcast. Sure, he was in charge of the bets, sure, he wasn't a loser. But sure, he wasn't like everyone. So he'd drown himself in flings and meaningless, cheap sex to "solve" all his problems, just because he didn't want to be on his own. One night, he showed up to your dorm, drunk and barely clothed. You could see the hickeys, the bloodshot eyes, and the begging expression he held on his face. "I can't go to my dorm" His admitted, his voice scratchy, "Sam might wake up." He wasn't completely slurring, but he was clearly drunk. Maybe drunk enough to admit that he didn't want to lose you, that he wanted to get stuck with you like cotton candy between your teeth, so you'll remember him.