[ castiel stares toward the pool with narrowed eyes. the poolside is probably a bad idea. face first into the concrete sounds like a less than ideal experience, and there are people milling around out by the water— he doesn't want to be seen. worse, connor might be there, and he'd rather his new friend not see him like this.
those are the excuses he tells himself, anyway.
he reaches out to touch jack's arm, but stops short before letting his hand fall, shoulder sagging with it. he doesn't look him in the eye when he asks, ]
DO* it lmao. he can do it. but i cannot type.
[ castiel stares toward the pool with narrowed eyes. the poolside is probably a bad idea. face first into the concrete sounds like a less than ideal experience, and there are people milling around out by the water— he doesn't want to be seen. worse, connor might be there, and he'd rather his new friend not see him like this.
those are the excuses he tells himself, anyway.
he reaches out to touch jack's arm, but stops short before letting his hand fall, shoulder sagging with it. he doesn't look him in the eye when he asks, ]
You can fly us, can't you?