[ A frown immediately finds its way to his face, and he spends several long seconds only looking at him in a way that's not entirely strange to either of them. Seeing him, really seeing him, in this newer light is odd, and Castiel doesn't think now is an appropriate time to address it since he's so mellow from the booze. But it's all they have.
He shakes his head and follows Dean when he feels him retreat, their noses accidentally bumping when he goes too far. There's an indignant breath, hardly thinking anything of it. ]
It's not worse, Dean. It's... [ He searches for the word, quiet in the dark. ] It's good. You're trying, and you-- Your assumption couldn't possibly be any further from the truth.
[ He takes a moment to think about that, unconsciously curling his fingers a little so that his nails dig into Dean's thigh. What he says next is spoken like a secret, soft and sad and a little disjointed. ] I've changed too.
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Date: 2014-03-09 06:18 am (UTC)He shakes his head and follows Dean when he feels him retreat, their noses accidentally bumping when he goes too far. There's an indignant breath, hardly thinking anything of it. ]
It's not worse, Dean. It's... [ He searches for the word, quiet in the dark. ] It's good. You're trying, and you-- Your assumption couldn't possibly be any further from the truth.
[ He takes a moment to think about that, unconsciously curling his fingers a little so that his nails dig into Dean's thigh. What he says next is spoken like a secret, soft and sad and a little disjointed. ] I've changed too.