Willing himself to work that morning had been difficult. Fatigue weighed down his constantly achy body and when he made to get to his feet, his head swam and he had to sit back down several times, risking falling back to sleep. A rocky start, his shift seemed long and by the time he was walking home, Cameron felt like crashing. However, while curling up with Mittens had its benefits, staying on his own while he already felt bad was dangerous. Cameron’s mind had a tendency to wander towards the negative and so his feet carried him instead to Caspar’s door. He knocked lightly, giving his friend the opportunity not to hear him though the thud as he leaned his weight against the wood, winded, was certainly loud enough to grab someone’s attention.
