Her lips tug into a smile at the childish call as she listens to the sounds in her apartment; the weight of his feet, the scrape of her own, the shuffle of the delivery guy. Her apartment feels full with life, warmth and ease unlike before when it was filled with tension and anxiety. She can help him, she knows she can or at least she believed she could.

"It does too," Cassandra replied simply, her voice at her usual level of noise before she padded back into the room. Indicating with her hand to the clothes now at least mostly covering her, she raised an eyebrow at him for his approval. "You should listen more carefully. It is simple."

Cass cut in front of him, brushing against his body before snagging the first slice of pizza.