It didn't take too long after Edgar had made dinner for the other two to wake up. Cass wanted to believe it was the smell of the food that stirred them, but from the blank, dumb look on Gideon's face and the way he stumbled to his feet, muttering 'bathroom', he didn't think so.
Lucian was only slightly better when he awoke. Gideon was busy stumbling out of the tent, Edgar reaching out to help him and help him to the area that Cass had made. That left Lucian and Cass alone, Lucian groaning, his chest still bare and only a blanket covering his legs.
Cass hadn't really realised it when he had been checking on him, mainly because that wasn't what he was watching. Why the hell would he be checking out someone's legs when he was checking on their breathing? Plus, he had been covered in a blanket, like Gideon. Cass didn't think anything of it until he sat up, the soft blanket falling to his waist, and then his thighs, barely covering anything important.
