[ A single word, and he feels, too, like he can breathe. It's a large victory in the scheme of things, something he's struggled to reach for weeks and weeks. Since they'd arrived in Zelien. Castiel had only wanted Dean to listen, to hear him and understand. He freezes up at the touch though, eyes wildly dropping down to the pressure of those fingers curling over his own.
He doesn't know what to make of that. He doesn't know what to do with it. He doesn't think he deserves it.
So, the words stay where they are, and he sucks in another partial ragged breath, the sting of his throat more evident than it had been the last time. And as he breathes in, he leans over him to get as close as he dares in order to press their foreheads together. Just the slightest touch, noses brushing as he forces his mind to go blank. ]
I am. [ He insists it, will keep saying it until he can't speak further. Accept the apology so he can get up; he's not moving otherwise. ]
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Date: 2014-02-25 05:54 am (UTC)He doesn't know what to make of that. He doesn't know what to do with it. He doesn't think he deserves it.
So, the words stay where they are, and he sucks in another partial ragged breath, the sting of his throat more evident than it had been the last time. And as he breathes in, he leans over him to get as close as he dares in order to press their foreheads together. Just the slightest touch, noses brushing as he forces his mind to go blank. ]
I am. [ He insists it, will keep saying it until he can't speak further. Accept the apology so he can get up; he's not moving otherwise. ]