[ castiel inclines his head again in an almost nod, never once breaking eye contact. it does, and he will. be believes dean, now, even though he's still worried about his performance. if he does good, perhaps dean will touch his shoulder again. speak to him like this again. he likes dean's smile. dean's voice. he twists his fingers together. the air thickens between them. the moment is stretching — but he doesn't want it to end. he doesn't want to give dean a reason to pull his hand away.
strange.
the corners of his mouth twitch and he finally turns away, averting his eyes down toward his hands in his lap, breath coming a little faster than it was a moment ago. ]
no subject
strange.
the corners of his mouth twitch and he finally turns away, averting his eyes down toward his hands in his lap, breath coming a little faster than it was a moment ago. ]
I suppose we should continue.