( Cas earns a soft scoff of an almost-laugh at that first bit, a sound that makes it clear he's thinking about what a huge freaking dork Cas is. Of all the things to say...
(Pot, kettle, whatever, shut up.)
Look closely enough and you might see just a little genuine warmth hidden in there among all that telegraphed deadpan. He's fumbling to get his game-face back on through all the weird, trying not to overcompensate for the fondness he feels by veering too hard in the opposite direction for some reason. Sounds a little bit like John Winchester in his head, he's plowing through it. )
Yeah, well... this is me officially being at max for goopy heartfelt confessions for today. Also, maybe for the next... six or seven years. Let's switch back to the whole... dungeons and dragons and aliens thing.
( Dismissive as he sounds, he's making a deliberate, concentrated effort to not... move his forearm. Even though the touch has the hair on the back of his neck standing up and awareness itching at his skin. )
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(Pot, kettle, whatever, shut up.)
Look closely enough and you might see just a little genuine warmth hidden in there among all that telegraphed deadpan. He's fumbling to get his game-face back on through all the weird, trying not to overcompensate for the fondness he feels by veering too hard in the opposite direction for some reason. Sounds a little bit like John Winchester in his head, he's plowing through it. )
Yeah, well... this is me officially being at max for goopy heartfelt confessions for today. Also, maybe for the next... six or seven years. Let's switch back to the whole... dungeons and dragons and aliens thing.
( Dismissive as he sounds, he's making a deliberate, concentrated effort to not... move his forearm. Even though the touch has the hair on the back of his neck standing up and awareness itching at his skin. )