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[indecadence]

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<span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">TO:</span> first.last@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">BCC:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net, firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">FROM:</span> firstname.lastname@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">DATE/TIME:</span> Day Twelve, Night. 63:19PM <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">SUBJECT:</span> (no subject) <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> No message.

<span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">CONTACT:</span> first.last@compass.net <span style="font-family:courier; color:#93002d;">MESSAGE:</span> <span style="font-family:courier; color:#000000;">text</span>

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[indecadence]

[ Oh, um. He hasn't expected this for numerous reasons, and it takes a long time to actually reply. ]

Well enough. [ A second later, he sends: ] Is everything all right?

[runsaway]

Yeah. I guess as much as it can be.

[ Given the devil and...everything else that sucks around Zelien. Making out with a pretty girl is usually a high point, though. ]

[indecadence]

[ Okay, well. Guess they're going to play the awkward shuffle now. Going down the line of questions to ask: ]

Is there something you wanted then?

[runsaway]

[ Something he wanted? ]

No. I just wanted to see if you were ok. Since I haven't seen you since last week.

[indecadence]

I'm fine - obviously. You shouldn't worry about me.

[runsaway]

Why not?

[indecadence]

Why should you?

[runsaway]

Because you're a friend?

[indecadence]

Maybe.

[ And that's all he's going to give him because as much as he wishes it to be true, he knows it never will be. He doesn't deserve this Sam's friendship no matter how much he wants it or tries to make it so. ]

[runsaway]

[ Sam doesn't quite take it that way. He seems to think that Castiel needs to be reassured. ]

Dude, there's not a lot of people I would've smoked with.

[ And Cas is still probably the only one. ]

[indecadence]

And you think that makes us friends?

[ He's asking honestly. ]

[runsaway]

No. I thought that watching each other's backs and caring about the same people makes us friends.

[ That's what they did, right? Even if Castiel doesn't really know what Sam's done for him, yet. ]

[indecadence]

I think your definition of friend is a little different than mine.

[ Please, Sam. Don't you ever tell Cas what you did. He'll be so mad at you. ]

[runsaway]

[ Awkward. He's not sure how to reply other...than maybe Castiel would rather just not be bothered with this in the first place. ]

Alright then. Good to know you're ok.

1/2

[indecadence]

[ Very awkward, but he doesn't want to leave it like that. ]

Thank you.

[indecadence]

For caring. [ Just to be clear. ]

[runsaway]

That's not something you need to thank me for.

[ Just to be clear. ]

[indecadence]

Yes it is.

[ Because he doesn't have a lot of people who do. ]

this is gonna make it hurt later isn't it

[runsaway]

[ There's a delay before he responds, but he might as well. ]

You're welcome, then.

oh you bet it is

[indecadence]

[ He doesn't know what else to say to continue this strange conversation. So, when in doubt, emote. ]

:)

[runsaway]

[ Is this really a thing we're doing? ]

:] ?

[indecadence]

<3 [ He promptly deletes that before sending, and instead gives him: ]

:P

[runsaway]

[ This is so childish. ]

:X

[indecadence]

[ Deal with it. ]

:|

[runsaway]

:/