[ Dean watches quietly as Cas makes his way over and settles in, then quickly earns himself a question he doesn't really want to face. Because it should be a simple one at this point, something he can take and have an easy answer to, but he doesn't as much as he knows he should.
And he feels bad about it. Guilty that he isn't by far more stitched up and put in his place. Better adjusted, maybe, more willing to take on a new environment and let it heal things he's not entirely sure can be fixed.
He opens his mouth to say something and ends up hesitating for twice as long, scrubbing at his face with his hands instead before he's willing to try again. ]
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And he feels bad about it. Guilty that he isn't by far more stitched up and put in his place. Better adjusted, maybe, more willing to take on a new environment and let it heal things he's not entirely sure can be fixed.
He opens his mouth to say something and ends up hesitating for twice as long, scrubbing at his face with his hands instead before he's willing to try again. ]
With the ship? Or everything else.