[ In that fleeting moment while Cassidy is buckled over, a victim to the strange mental meltdown that comes with punching a hole through two points in space, Rupert pats him sympathetically between the shoulder blades. ]

Apologies! [ He grins cheerfully. ] I suppose I should mention that nausea seems to be one of the side-effects of fucking apart the fabric of reality...

[ He shuffles his feet a little, just to make sure his shining leather boots aren't in the firing line should Cassidy actually throw up. Because as generous as he is with his affections and his sympathies, Rupert does have priorities. ]