Casper's dark eyes move between the pair and he hesitates. But it's a temporary uncertainty. Because if he can't talk to Cameron and Iliya...just who can he talk to? He shakes his head. "I've had enough to drink. And drinking so fucking much was part of the problem."

The problem. He doesn't know any other shorthand to describe it and now that he's acknowledged it aloud there's probably no turning back. He exhales, lips thinning into an even tighter line than usual. "...This stays between us. And if you laugh, you're going in the fucking pool. Agreed?" This threat is completely toothless and isn't even delivered with any intensity. But he's got to go through the motions.