"Hey, Big guy, ya still with me?" Enzo asks with a small smile, leaning over to ease the blindfold off of Cass' face. "Good?"

He tries not to blanche when Cass frowns at him, the expression on his face saying quite clearly that no, nothing was 'good' at this point in time. "What did you do, Enzo?" he asks, sounding beyond angry. "Where did you take me? What is this?" They're sitting in Enzo's car in the shadows of a parking deck and Cass is fuming. "I want to go home, right now, and I want you to tell me what stupid idea you thought of where you figured putting a blindfold on me would be a good idea? Huh? Tell me that."

Enzo closes his eyes, digs his knuckles into his forehead, and gives himself a few moments to brace himself before exhaling shakily. "Listen, Cass, I just thought maybe a break from New York would be good for ya. For me too, to be honest." He reaches out, gets ahold of Cass' hand and strokes his knuckles, ignoring the way Cass pulls away from him, still angry. "So I bought some tickets. Thought maybe you'd like ta spend the holidays with me in California."

Cass is frowning at him and Enzo tilts his head, waiting for some problem to creep up. "But my family," he mumbles.

"I had a long heart to heart with all o' 'em," Enzo says. "We're pretty much all in agreement that you 'n' your recovery is the most important thing right now, and there's just somethin' about New York... it always pushes you into bad habits, and yeah California has its vices, too- boy does it ever- but ol' 'Zo is good at keepin' you busy and there's a ton off stuff to do down there, unlike New York right now where it's just snow and cold and barely getting a few feet down the street without some reckless asshole doin' something ridiculous." Enzo pauses and smiles at his best friend. hope in his wide, almost manic looking blue eyes. "What do you think, then?"

Cass shakes his head, bites his lip as he mulls it all over. "You are ridiculous," he finally mumbles and Enzo nods cheerfully. "California?"

"California," Enzo says hopefully and Cass makes a soft hmphing noise. "Think about it, big guy," he says, trying for the hard sell. "You 'n' me, we can exchange gifts in our room, then eventually make our way out onto the beach, toes in the sand, Maybe do a little swimmin', if ya want. The sun'll start to set and we'll head back inside, cuddle up all snug in bed and watch as many goofy holiday movies as we can possibly find. Maybe we'll spend all week there and do it all over again for New Years, but this time I'll feed ya little shrimps, and-"

Cass cuts Enzo's almost nervous sounding ramblings off with an abrupt, sharp kiss. "Fine, Zo, fine," he grumbles, lips twitching up into a small smile as he pulls back. "Ya win. We'll go to California." He exhales.

"Yeah?" Enzo lights up. "Fantastic! Ya won't regret this, Colin, I swear to ya."

"Oh, I know I won't," Cass says, watching fondly as Enzo tosses the blindfold aside and digs around behind them, finally pulling out his standard carry on bag "You did pack some stuff for me, didn't you?"

Enzo looks over at him, grin growing. "Course I did! What kinda surprise travel planner would I be if I didn't at least do that much for ya? Bags're in the trunk. Now c'mon, let's go show California how to really do Christmas up right!"

All Cass can really do is laugh and, after a few moments of watching Enzo excitedly toss things around the trunk in the side mirror, unfold himself from the confines of the vehicle to collect his bag and follow Enzo into the airport to catch their flight. They make it to the door before Cass reaches out and stops Enzo, his hand spanning the better part of Enzo's waist when he grips his hip. "Hey. I just wanted to say thanks, 'Zo," he says softly. "Know I was kinda pissy about it at first, before I really knew what was going on, but yeah, a change of scenery sounds pretty perfect about now. So thank you." He leans in and kisses him again and Enzo sighs softly against his lips before tangling his fingers in Cass' hair, smiling.

"Any time, big guy. Now let's go!"