[ castiel's eyes soften, taking in fondness he's learned how to look for over the years, and lifts a palm to grip against dean's shoulder. humans are into that, the reciprocal affectionate contact thing, and honestly, he gets it. it's a quaint, warm-fuzzy kind of feeling. cas pauses, watches him with an easy smile, but a gentle concern. ]
It's been rough.
[ hasn't it? question, yeah, but mostly statement, because he doubts he's wrong. cas has heard some about the simulation, chatter about the turmoil that's been going on. dean's been on his own, without him, without sam. not that dean isn't capable, but there's plenty he's capable of that may not necessarily be good for him. ]
How are you?
[ asked the way he does, with the brows a little furrowed and the intense eye contact like he's trying to do a scan of your soul. he's mostly expecting 'fine' and a dismissal, but cas has to make the attempt anyway. ]
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It's been rough.
[ hasn't it? question, yeah, but mostly statement, because he doubts he's wrong. cas has heard some about the simulation, chatter about the turmoil that's been going on. dean's been on his own, without him, without sam. not that dean isn't capable, but there's plenty he's capable of that may not necessarily be good for him. ]
How are you?
[ asked the way he does, with the brows a little furrowed and the intense eye contact like he's trying to do a scan of your soul. he's mostly expecting 'fine' and a dismissal, but cas has to make the attempt anyway. ]