( That question sparks an honest to god laugh out of him, teeth and all. Kind of a small miracle considering the mood he'd been in when they walked in here. The beautiful thing is he's not sure whether or not Cas is joking, and he's legitimately not sure which of the two would be funnier.
The amusement and deep, deep consideration of the notion rolling off Cas brings an almost staggering fondness up to the forefront. It blooms through his chest wide and warm, because it's not just the bad that he feels intensely. He loves just as hard as he hurts.
He's just drunk enough, just happy enough, just distracted enough by feeling Cas that it doesn't occur to him to stifle it. Embarrassingly, he actually kind of forgets for a second it's a two way street. )
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The amusement and deep, deep consideration of the notion rolling off Cas brings an almost staggering fondness up to the forefront. It blooms through his chest wide and warm, because it's not just the bad that he feels intensely. He loves just as hard as he hurts.
He's just drunk enough, just happy enough, just distracted enough by feeling Cas that it doesn't occur to him to stifle it. Embarrassingly, he actually kind of forgets for a second it's a two way street. )