[ Cas goes... uncharacteristically still as he's trying to parse what is going on. On a very basic level, he understand what a hug is, has seen enough people partake in them to be aware, it's just...
He hasn't. Partaken, that is. Arms around him without any other sort of physical activity being initiated is... unusual, to him. And there's a stiffness to his posture that he's grown unfamiliar with, that was much more common in him when he was still an angel. He tends to be loose and fluid in all things these days. This... throws him, though.
Being this close, Skye will be able to feel his breath hitch, hear how heavy he swallows. She's... small. Warm. And he knows he should put at least an arm around her, but Cas has trouble parsing what this contact does to and for him. The way something in him clenches up tight, while something else tingles warm at the back of his skull and tries to lull him into relaxation, into melting into Skye's arms and begging her not to let go, because of all the things he never knew he might need, desperately...
Instead he just stands there, trembling. ]
I uhm. Yeah, well. Me too.
[ She needs someone, Cas thinks. Someone to wrap arms around her, someone to hold her. Someone to tell her it's not her fault, someone to tell her she's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay.
Instead all she has here is Cas, and he feels profoundly sorry for her because of that. ]
It's, uhm... it's not your fault.
[ There's still a tremor in him. He's still not reaching back. Can't - he feels as if he'll just tremble into pieces if he does. ]
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He hasn't. Partaken, that is. Arms around him without any other sort of physical activity being initiated is... unusual, to him. And there's a stiffness to his posture that he's grown unfamiliar with, that was much more common in him when he was still an angel. He tends to be loose and fluid in all things these days. This... throws him, though.
Being this close, Skye will be able to feel his breath hitch, hear how heavy he swallows. She's... small. Warm. And he knows he should put at least an arm around her, but Cas has trouble parsing what this contact does to and for him. The way something in him clenches up tight, while something else tingles warm at the back of his skull and tries to lull him into relaxation, into melting into Skye's arms and begging her not to let go, because of all the things he never knew he might need, desperately...
Instead he just stands there, trembling. ]
I uhm. Yeah, well. Me too.
[ She needs someone, Cas thinks. Someone to wrap arms around her, someone to hold her. Someone to tell her it's not her fault, someone to tell her she's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay.
Instead all she has here is Cas, and he feels profoundly sorry for her because of that. ]
It's, uhm... it's not your fault.
[ There's still a tremor in him. He's still not reaching back. Can't - he feels as if he'll just tremble into pieces if he does. ]