this is for anon, who requested some cass angst. and for @wildfaewhump who single-handedly tipped the poll in this piece’s favour. thank you for the excuse to get this bad boy into existence! it’s lived in my head for… so so long.
strong content warnings: grief, loss, death, suicide, guilt, self-blame, whumper as caretaker
(please note - this piece is heavy. if you are wanting to read but are cautious of the warnings, please shoot me a message or an ask and i’ll happily elaborate)
Ace is still putting his shoes on when Tucker comes in to collect him.
“Do you know what day it is today?”
He looks very proud of himself. Tucker feels exhausted already. “What date is it today, Ace?”
Cass gives him the biggest grin he’s seen on him in weeks, “You really don’t remember?”
“…Our anniversary,” Tucker repeats, unamused by the notion.
“Of the day we first met,” Cass beams. “It was a year ago today.”
Tucker can feel the shape of the quip he might’ve used to shut him up or shut him down. He can’t bring himself to use it today. He just sighs, chest tight and uncomfortable, “Is that right?”