Cassius lingers just off to the side, his hands folded at his waist as Doctor Hugh marches forward not unlike his Hunter on a hunt. True to his word, he tries to reel in his more frightening traits – the squirm of him is kept to a minimum, his eyes trained only on Doctor Hugh and those immediately around him (and even then, he does not meet their eyes if he can help it).

His attention is only drawn away when – he is approached by a man in a doctor’s coat. Offered a hand and a name, and – oh. This is the one that Doctor Hugh had mentioned, is it not? The obnoxious show-off twat that does not shut up. The one that Cassius was supposed to stand near.

Friendly sort, Doctor Hugh had said. Cassius believes it. Can feel that warmth when Hieronymus Singh gives him a smile and calls him by name.

(Cassius has never felt so welcomed by a human of all things. It is - nice.)

It is hard to keep his squirming low, even harder to convince himself to take Hieronymus Singh’s hand into his own. He does not want to scare him, this Hieronymus Singh. Doctor Hugh said that they need him. Cassius is careful, so careful, when he wraps his fingers around Hieronymus Singh’s warm ones.

“My stay has been… nice, Hieronymus Singh,” Cassius says (because Doctor Hugh had called him that, and Doctor Hugh comes first). “I have seen the stars, have made a friend of a fellow monster, and the room gifted to me has been visited many times by many people.” He pauses. Remembers to let go of Hieronymus Singh’s hand. “I have enjoyed it. Even more so now that we have found my Hunter.”

He glances over to Doctor Hugh, to the people surrounding him, before his attention is drawn back. “You are not concerned? With my stay here?”