"What'd I do?" Cassie insisted, intentionally letting herself go limp. It had to be something she'd done. What had she done? "Wanna make you smile. You're so pretty when you smile." One finger found its slow careful way to the side of Izzie's mouth, trailing drunkenly about her face in the process before catching on the corner of her mouth where her lips came together and feebly tried to push it up into a smile. The look she gave Izzie was one of wide eyed, pitiful remorse.