"I think she intends t'let ya have a standin' invitation to come over anytime. And I see no reason why you shouldn't have it. Our casa is su casa, once we've got it."

He turned his head to look up at Matt -- admire him, really, looking like he'd come out of another time with his suspenders and his undershirt.

The heroin was making his limbs heavy. Cassidy felt it when his arm lifted to reach for Matthew's face, hoping to draw him into a kiss.

"Come down here..."