[ Grady huffs the words out against Cas' mouth, but there's not much feeling behind them, just saying them because it feels like the right thing to do when someone throws a dart straight into the bullseye of your grief.
That touch to his chest feels all too familiar and belies the other man's promise not to hurt him, reminding him too much of Wes' predilection to covering that place with his palm so he can feel the effect he has on Grady's pulse.
The pain of it rises up Grady's throat, threatening to choke him. Instead of letting it come, he leans forward and closes the tiny gap between them, meeting the other man's mouth with a hard, desperate vulnerability that he didn't anticipate as he grips handfuls of Cas' shirt like he needs to hold on to something or collapse. ]
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[ Grady huffs the words out against Cas' mouth, but there's not much feeling behind them, just saying them because it feels like the right thing to do when someone throws a dart straight into the bullseye of your grief.
That touch to his chest feels all too familiar and belies the other man's promise not to hurt him, reminding him too much of Wes' predilection to covering that place with his palm so he can feel the effect he has on Grady's pulse.
The pain of it rises up Grady's throat, threatening to choke him. Instead of letting it come, he leans forward and closes the tiny gap between them, meeting the other man's mouth with a hard, desperate vulnerability that he didn't anticipate as he grips handfuls of Cas' shirt like he needs to hold on to something or collapse. ]