[ He should have figured this was what Castiel wanted to talk about. True, he hadn't been entirely in control then; throwing words at the angel he most certainly would have never spoken to him directly, not as drunk as he had been. Those confessions would have been for another time, one where he didn't want to strangle him and draw him close in succession. But they are laid before them, open and cut deep. Whether or not the angel realizes it, Castiel had offered up those broken pieces to him in hopes to be understood.
Dropping his hands, too, he idly pulls at the blanket as he considers those words. ]
But it wasn't. [ Not yet anyway. ] Do you even know what it was I was asking?
[ Because he might have been drunk, but that does not make him stupid. Careless, perhaps, but hardly stupid. ]
you should have left that other tag as is IT WAS PERF
Dropping his hands, too, he idly pulls at the blanket as he considers those words. ]
But it wasn't. [ Not yet anyway. ] Do you even know what it was I was asking?
[ Because he might have been drunk, but that does not make him stupid. Careless, perhaps, but hardly stupid. ]