[If anything, that admission and the fact that she's not going anywhere makes him hold her a bit tighter, lightly rubbing her back. She's just a kid. She's not a kid, but she should be. The things Cass has said, the way she acts, everything is starting to piece itself together and it's shaping up to be everything he was afraid would happen to their Motorbaby.

Cass is strong, independent, and tough as nails, which is admirable as fuck... but at what cost? He won't ask about it, he won't pry. But he'll worry. When he finally lets go, he's smiling.]

Looks like we have a lot more in common than just our names and a a bear mutation, huh? Me and the boys live outside most of the time, too. None of us can do this, though, look at you. That's fuckin' special, Cass.