[And Castiel smiles. Of course, he does. His hand slips into the other Castiel's, and then he just tugs him along instead of flying.]
Tell me. How are you?
[Castiel wonders where he's from, exactly. The state of his Grace says a lot, but talking is nicer than probing. Sometimes. He's not sure he's comfortable being silent with himself, as it were. Too much like being back in the ward, maybe.]
Just imagine Cas typing on an iPad.
[And Castiel smiles. Of course, he does. His hand slips into the other Castiel's, and then he just tugs him along instead of flying.]
Tell me. How are you?
[Castiel wonders where he's from, exactly. The state of his Grace says a lot, but talking is nicer than probing. Sometimes. He's not sure he's comfortable being silent with himself, as it were. Too much like being back in the ward, maybe.]