pets
Vaughn had chuckled a tad at Kaz. “I like you better then your other personality, the other is not you. And if you keep pouting like that, I’m going to get handsy,” he had murmured with a light smirk.
Vaughn would have normally rolled his eyes or glared at Dylan from the comment he gave. He tilted his head to rest it back on Kaz’s shoulder, taking a shuddering breath. Maybe they did need Cas, as much as he didn’t want to admit it.