( He huffs out a laugh at that flat remark. He ain't wrong. He shifts up farther, planking on his forearms so he can slowly sweep in to hover over Cas just a few inches. Close enough to touch noses, to bump foreheads. )
Trees.
( Quietly, decisively. He punctuates it by dipping down to press their lips sweetly together - short, chaste, and he pulls off again so he can finish. )
Hills. Mountains. Not a single freakin' skyscraper in a ten mile radius.
( Because he hates them. Hates how claustrophobic it feels here no matter where you're standing. )
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Trees.
( Quietly, decisively. He punctuates it by dipping down to press their lips sweetly together - short, chaste, and he pulls off again so he can finish. )
Hills. Mountains. Not a single freakin' skyscraper in a ten mile radius.
( Because he hates them. Hates how claustrophobic it feels here no matter where you're standing. )