He stayed quiet, occasionally wincing as he heard the exchange of words and blows. It wasn't how he wanted to get it, but he did get some answers to his questions.  Still others remained, though... like, 'what now?'.<br/><br/>He slowly, very quietly, inched his way through the kitchen and disposed of the apple cores in silence. He wanted to run his hands under water to get rid of the stickiness, but chose instead to use his shirt, in order to maintain his silence. The one thing he couldn't silence, though, was that hammering heart of his. It kept on beating, like a war drum.<strong>Thud-thud-thud. </strong><br/><br/>Still slowly, still quietly, he stands up, and dares to look. This is just as Cass was about to storm off, only to be stopped by Erica.  This was... awkward. Yup, very very awkward. He looks around, and tries to decide if it's possible for him to just, like, sneak away to the guest room. Maybe that would be for the best?