[ Castiel lifts his eyes toward the ceiling, irritation plain on his face despite having a limited range of expressions to begin with. The bottle clatters to some dark corner of the room and he makes no effort to retrieve it.
It's not that he doesn't care. One doesn't tuck someone into bed and bring them cold breakfast because they are indifferent about someone's well-being. Castiel is just not well equipped to handle what appears to him to be a worst case scenario -- a human him and a broken version at that. ]
You need help. And I -- I don't know how to give it to you. [ Castiel announces, his tone hardened with frustration but he at least levels his gaze down on him. ] I wouldn't even know where to begin this... this experiment of yours.
[ He had been for a while now. Granted, most of it had been a rather inebriated excuse that did not warrant any real understanding, but they are here now, together in his room and speaking on - what he wishes to be - equal terms. Castiel shifts so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed this time, leaning forward and dropping his voice as if it's some great secret that no one else should overhear despite being the only ones in the room. ] We try until we find a way. There is no right or wrong if it's never been done before, and we can use that to our advantage.
[ Besides, the starting point is easy: the angel's grace. Everything else is just trial and error. ]
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It's not that he doesn't care. One doesn't tuck someone into bed and bring them
coldbreakfast because they are indifferent about someone's well-being. Castiel is just not well equipped to handle what appears to him to be a worst case scenario -- a human him and a broken version at that. ]You need help. And I -- I don't know how to give it to you. [ Castiel announces, his tone hardened with frustration but he at least levels his gaze down on him. ] I wouldn't even know where to begin this... this experiment of yours.
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[ He had been for a while now. Granted, most of it had been a rather inebriated excuse that did not warrant any real understanding, but they are here now, together in his room and speaking on - what he wishes to be - equal terms. Castiel shifts so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed this time, leaning forward and dropping his voice as if it's some great secret that no one else should overhear despite being the only ones in the room. ] We try until we find a way. There is no right or wrong if it's never been done before, and we can use that to our advantage.
[ Besides, the starting point is easy: the angel's grace. Everything else is just trial and error. ]