Maybe it was only a matter of time before people began figuring out just how to guilt him. Now would be one of those times and it isn't entirely lost on Caesar. He really wants to go back to sleep, but he doesn't want to abandon Collette.

It's a strange feeling, when he kept meaning to try and remain distant.

"What a bunch of ungrateful jerks."

Ugh. Fine. He'll stay, turning to lean against the counter as well, folding his arms across his chest in a bit of a huff while he's at it.