Cas washed his hands of the whole issue, having a much more pressing problem on his hands. Somewhere partway through the long afternoon, he found himself staring at the largely empty section of Lukas’s wardrobe that had been designated as his, searching fruitlessly for his formalwear.
But of course, it was still in his dressing room at home.
He frowned. No… not in his dressing room; he didn’t have a dressing room anymore. His formalwear, along with most of his other possessions, had been hurriedly packed into boxes and stuffed into the back of the autocarriage parking garage that stood next to the house. Just until he found somewhere to remove them to, his father had been quick to stipulate. That probably meant he had about a week before Max gave his new tenants permission to throw every
