[ He's grateful that he'd put enough space between them not to be thrown outright onto the floor, though there's a moment he sort of scrambles for something to hold onto to keep himself on the bed. It dislodges the arm over his eyes, and the smile on his face slowly fades into something a bit tighter. Less amused.
Castiel sighs, forcing himself to sit up with him. That late night texting session really hadn't been the wisest plan of action. ]
Yeah. Much improved from the night before.
[ He can't help the sarcasm, equally annoyed that he'd woken up to this and had nearly been shoved away. It doesn't make him happy either, and whatever had happened before seems to be dissolving right back into reality. He does reach out to catch his arm, lightly pulling at the sleeve. ]
Where are you going? [ As far as he can tell, he's still drunk. Hungover. It's almost the same thing anymore. It might not be ideal, but he doesn't want him falling down the steps and killing himself. ]
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Castiel sighs, forcing himself to sit up with him. That late night texting session really hadn't been the wisest plan of action. ]
Yeah. Much improved from the night before.
[ He can't help the sarcasm, equally annoyed that he'd woken up to this and had nearly been shoved away. It doesn't make him happy either, and whatever had happened before seems to be dissolving right back into reality. He does reach out to catch his arm, lightly pulling at the sleeve. ]
Where are you going? [ As far as he can tell, he's still drunk. Hungover. It's almost the same thing anymore. It might not be ideal, but he doesn't want him falling down the steps and killing himself. ]