[ His hand lingers on Cas' shoulder, looks at the angel dead in the eyes, immediately lost in those stormy blue seas. The grip he has on Cas is light but still firm, fingers pressed against his bony shoulder, palm warm against the angels coat. ]
Uh, yeah. [ He's still smiling, still so obviously happy in the moment, though his own cheeks pink up as they look at each other, like something's almost there, hanging between them. Almost. ]
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Uh, yeah. [ He's still smiling, still so obviously happy in the moment, though his own cheeks pink up as they look at each other, like something's almost there, hanging between them. Almost. ]
You'll get the hang of it. Takes practice.