[ he make a sound in acquiescence. he thinks vincent is probably right.

about his friends, though... his gaze grow distant. his eyes jump in vincent's direction when he gets short, but he doesn't snap back this time, mollified by his own self-hatred. sometimes it pushes him in one direction or the other. ]

It is unfortunate.

They probably don't want me to die, but it's happened before. They're brothers, you see, and very close. So while they may care for me, I'm not nearly as important to them as they are to one another. I'm also an angel. A human's life should naturally take precedence over my own.

[ he considers all that he just said, and whether he would have said it under normal circumstances, before pressing on: ]

The Dean who exists here, in this place, comes from a future where I'm still alive. I was thinking about baking him a pie...

[ hm. no, he definitely didn't mean to add that. ]

What do you mean, you can't maintain positive relationships?

[ /smooth ]