When would be a good time to make his great escape? Maddison figured he'd give it another minute or two and then say his goodbyes and get the hell out of dodge. Maybe check in on Jules on his way out, make sure that he was okay, make sure that he knew that Mads wasn't mad at him or anything, that he was fine with his and Everett's relationsh-- yea, or as fine as he could be. Which was clearly not all that fine if he couldn't even think the word.<br/><br/>Mads started to rub at his neck which was still somewhat sore when he caught sight of Case's grin and froze. Shit. The blonde was up to no good. Mads could just see the bad idea written all over his face, except he didn't know exactly what that bad idea was. Mads being Mads he was no stranger to bad ideas, but there were bad ideas and there were<i>'bad'</i>ideas. Whatever Case was plotting in that crazy head of his was the<i>'bad' </i>kind.<br/><br/>And then Case was going on about going back and telling them, and Mads blanked, ice searing in his gut and his heart in his throat. He could feel himself start to shake his head. What the hell was Case doing? What did they need to tell them? Mads knew the other boy wasn't an idiot, far from it actually, so he hadn't considered that he might have to spell out that they were not telling Evie and Jules anything. Not a damn thing!<br/><br/>Mind still in a state of panic Mads barely felt when Case grabbed his hand; didn't even resist when the blonde pulled him to his feet forcefully enough to make him fall into him. Instinctively he curled his fingers into the other's shirt, a loud ringing in his ears that threatened to drown out everything else. But then Case was speaking, his breath tickling Mads' ear and he forced himself to tune in, forced himself not to completely flip the fuck out, because if Case so much as looked like he was about to spill the beans, he'd hit him. Consequences be damned.<br/><br/>It took a second for Case's words to register, another for Mads to loosen his grip on Case's shirt. Pulse still pounding in his head, he gave a slight nod, not much trusting his voice at that moment as he reached out to smooth down the blonde's shirt. Clearing his throat, he nodded more firmly, taking a step back the moment Case's hold on him loosened. "Pizza's good," he said, picking a phantom string off his hoodie to avoid making eye contact with Evie.<br/><br/>Whatever Case was planning, Mads doubted he'd like it. Knew it was going to be fucking terrible. But he was trusting Case, even as his gut warned him that he'd probably come to regret it later.