[ There's a moment here, tangible. In this moment a reality exists in which Cas acknowledges that he's starved for this - for someone, anyone, to give a shit, to reach out, to tether him to a world that hurts every time he breathes, and somehow make it better. His fingers twitch, as if to reach out.
Except then he just smiles his empty smile, and wraps his hand around her forearm instead, tugging her along.
Cas doesn't know how to do this. Cas doesn't know how to want this - comfort that doesn't hurt. ]
Now. [ Pivot. Pivot before you crash the car. ] In the absence of, uhm... something to smoke. Can I interest you in shitty wine?
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Except then he just smiles his empty smile, and wraps his hand around her forearm instead, tugging her along.
Cas doesn't know how to do this. Cas doesn't know how to want this - comfort that doesn't hurt. ]
Now. [ Pivot. Pivot before you crash the car. ] In the absence of, uhm... something to smoke. Can I interest you in shitty wine?