[Oh hey woah. Okay. He'll let you do that, he'll let you shove him, will push back just enough to prevent falling, because man. Man, Cas. He'd forgotten. Three years, and he'd forgotten already. He's sorry. But not sorry enough not to eventually reach up and grab your wrist, try to hold on to one shoulder to stop you advancing on him.]

Cas!

[It sucks. Yeah, man, he knows. He knows that it sucks. It's still worth it. He still believes it's worth it. He tries to catch your eyes, grabs your shoulder harder. Looks back, not a glare, not angry, but no less intense.] You've told me you don't regret it. You have, 2014 you. You've told me— [He licks his lips, bites his lower one as he tries to find the words.] We couldn't have done it without you. I couldn't have done it without you. I—we still have burgers. And—fruit loops. And you've got a bike that you love, and it's worth it, Cas. I know it sucks, and I know how much more it sucks for you because you didn't use to have to deal with this crap. But it's worth it.

[Believe him. Please. He doesn't know how much sense he's making. He's guessing not a whole lot. But you gotta believe him, because he knows he's the one who did this to you, and you shouldn't hurt like this. That's not why he told you. So please. Believe him.]