[ There's always something to toast to. Even when there's nothing good. Toast to one step closer to the grave, as long as you don't know that there will be no peace for you in death. Toast to how it only hurts when you breathe. Toast to how at least no one hates you more than yourself.
Cas' eyes linger on Skye for a moment, then he holds his glass out to her, to clink hers against if she so wishes. ]
cw: mentions of death, nihilism, self-loathing
Cas' eyes linger on Skye for a moment, then he holds his glass out to her, to clink hers against if she so wishes. ]
To shitty silver linings.