[Castiel freezes, quite literally. He just stops mid-fidgets and stares at the other angel - dimly, part of him now realizes why his trying to be comforting makes other people cringe. But the bigger, larger part of him... The thoughts explode on the forefront of his mind; the civil war, the pact with Crowley, the secrets, the battles, the sacrifices, the lies, the betrayals, the deaths, the pain, the souls, the wall, the Leviathans, the lake, the amnesia, the solution, the hallucinations, the ward. He makes a distressed sound, and then he is all motion again, mind locking down against the assault of mental anguish.]
Come. Bumblebees.
[He grips the other Castiel's hand like a drowning man would grip at anything, anything at all, to keep him afloat just a moment longer.]
I'm just sitting here going HELP HELP HELP ALL THESE FEELS SOMEBODY HELP pretty much all the time
Come. Bumblebees.
[He grips the other Castiel's hand like a drowning man would grip at anything, anything at all, to keep him afloat just a moment longer.]