[h3] Cason [/h3] 

Cason dropped his smirk as Esme confirmed that Duke was safe, but she seemed to have a lot on her mind. He could almost smell it on her as he reached down into his boot and retrieved his knife, flipping it over the back of his hand casually. He didn’t even interject when she began to explain that her dreams had kept her awake after spending some time with Mika’s body. Cason winced, his head searing with a bit of sympathy.

“I get that.” He said simply but then she began to open up, asking what seemed like the universe if she was really okay. He felt a bit of relief in the fact that she probably couldn’t process any of his emotions and for once, she was getting some quiet, out in the lot…with a demon. The thought almost made him laugh. Of all people, the one that Esme seemed to need for confiding was Cason. He glanced down at the staff, while watching Esme get more comfortable, before she tried to change the subject.

Trying to be a good human…foil(?), Cason turned his eyes from Esme and glanced up at the moon, before letting out his own sigh, “I just heard you out here, from in there and I assumed that either you were beating up a tree and had maybe a few too many drinks to get the cowboy to sleep or something might be wrong. So, I decided to at least come and check it out. I was bored anyway.”

Cason scanned over Esme’s face, flashing a polite smile as he shrugged and flipped his knife over the back of his hand, before wiggling it by the tip with a small chuckle, “I’m assuming you can’t really feel emotions from the void of a demon. So, things must be pretty quiet in your head, right now. If you need a nap, I’ve got nothing going on until Nat inevitably wakes up in a few hours.”

Cason shrugged awkwardly and began twirling his knife around his fingers again, “I know daylight is going to hit all of them like a train. So, the peace and quiet might be good for you. Or we could just talk…if you don’t tell anyone I offered free therapy. My head hurts enough as it is.”

It was then that Cason thought of something that only Esme would have the slightest chance of knowing anything about, “Speaking of…Have you ever heard of demons having...accidental emotions in the form of battery acid burning through their brain? I haven’t mentioned it to Nat, because I don’t know if it’s something I really…can mention to Nat. If she’s sad, it burns. If she’s upset, it burns. If I think I should feel guilty for something, it burns, and it’s…concerning.”

Sarah walked over, as Cason’s head began to burn, and she seemed to notice he was uncomfortable, nudging him roughly before walking over to nudge Esme as well.