[ he narrows his eyes in confusion, a crease forming between his brows. does harold want him to? he could. but then he asks the million dollar question and castiel forgets all about his brief internal conflict. this one is not so brief. there are many ways one could describe dean winchester, and castiel still experiences some amount of discomfort when making decisions for himself. his pupils track back and forth, clearly deliberating how to answer.
if it weren't for the tea, he might not answer at all. at least not with any sort of honesty. someone who's also come from my world, he thinks, with dazai's words ringing in his head. hannibal's actions had only resulted in him taking them even more seriously. it's dangerous to be trapped within this fishbowl place, when there might be predators swimming in the water.
but he can't help the truth that falls from his mouth, even if he delays for just a moment by pushing harold's tea toward him (careful not to spill it). he had, after all, been talking about dean when he espoused to harold about the joys of humanity. ]
My friend. I like watching him sleep. [ a pause. he quickly adds: ] Because he's my friend.
no subject
[ he narrows his eyes in confusion, a crease forming between his brows. does harold want him to? he could. but then he asks the million dollar question and castiel forgets all about his brief internal conflict. this one is not so brief. there are many ways one could describe dean winchester, and castiel still experiences some amount of discomfort when making decisions for himself. his pupils track back and forth, clearly deliberating how to answer.
if it weren't for the tea, he might not answer at all. at least not with any sort of honesty. someone who's also come from my world, he thinks, with dazai's words ringing in his head. hannibal's actions had only resulted in him taking them even more seriously. it's dangerous to be trapped within this fishbowl place, when there might be predators swimming in the water.
but he can't help the truth that falls from his mouth, even if he delays for just a moment by pushing harold's tea toward him (careful not to spill it). he had, after all, been talking about dean when he espoused to harold about the joys of humanity. ]
My friend. I like watching him sleep. [ a pause. he quickly adds: ] Because he's my friend.
[ what is this? circular logic?
castiel looks flustered. ]