[ The statement about how shitty he looks - he's aware, he feels like that too - is ignored. It's always been easier to focus on other people and this isn't an exception. Even less of an except because it's Cas.
Emotions a maelstrom in his chest, somehow he's paler than he was a few minutes ago, white as a sheet, and he doesn't know how to fix this. That's his purpose here, right? To fix things, like he used to. Concern laces through his expression, and if he didn't already look older thanks to the Death Flu gripping his body, he definitely does with how much he's frowning. ]
Please tell me you have a weapon.
[ A plea that sounds exactly as desperate as it is, his heart is beating uncomfortably fast in his chest. He hates it, hates that this is even a possibility here. Crap. ]
Okay. Uhhh, where are you staying? You're not just hanging out in the forest, right? Tell me you're not doing that, man.
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[ The statement about how shitty he looks - he's aware, he feels like that too - is ignored. It's always been easier to focus on other people and this isn't an exception. Even less of an except because it's Cas.
Emotions a maelstrom in his chest, somehow he's paler than he was a few minutes ago, white as a sheet, and he doesn't know how to fix this. That's his purpose here, right? To fix things, like he used to. Concern laces through his expression, and if he didn't already look older thanks to the Death Flu gripping his body, he definitely does with how much he's frowning. ]
Please tell me you have a weapon.
[ A plea that sounds exactly as desperate as it is, his heart is beating uncomfortably fast in his chest. He hates it, hates that this is even a possibility here. Crap. ]
Okay. Uhhh, where are you staying? You're not just hanging out in the forest, right? Tell me you're not doing that, man.