She's almost at the point of giving up on making comment, which is why she just gathers up some of the empty bottles on her way to the bed. Setting them down carefully in front of her, Anna perches lightly on the edge and clasps her hands together lightly.
"Sounds about right." She tries really hard not to sound bitter, but it just comes off as false as the grin Cas is giving her. Her head tips forward slightly, and she can't help but let the corners of her lips twitch into something resembling a sad smile. What a perfect representation of Heaven they are these days. The drugged up hippie and the militant soldier.
"How are you doing today, anyway?" She's careful not to ask about the drugs, or make any comment at all really, because it turns into frustration so fast. She's not here to berate him, for once.
Cas seems to think about this for a moment, thoughts rolling slow in that drug-addled brain, then flashes her another smile. "Peachy!" His sense of humor has blossomed extraordinarily late, and recently he's picked up some goofy word choices. That they sound incongruous in his throaty, gravelly low voice is just part of the appeal.
He makes a careful attempt to get all his limbs back in order, untangling himself and gracelessly arranging his body in an upright seated position beside Anna. As out of it as he is, he's still trying to pull himself together and show her some respect. "What's up? Did you need me for anything?" He looks unsteady, but he's trying, smiling away at her with shadows like bruises around his eyes.
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"Sounds about right." She tries really hard not to sound bitter, but it just comes off as false as the grin Cas is giving her. Her head tips forward slightly, and she can't help but let the corners of her lips twitch into something resembling a sad smile. What a perfect representation of Heaven they are these days. The drugged up hippie and the militant soldier.
"How are you doing today, anyway?" She's careful not to ask about the drugs, or make any comment at all really, because it turns into frustration so fast. She's not here to berate him, for once.
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He makes a careful attempt to get all his limbs back in order, untangling himself and gracelessly arranging his body in an upright seated position beside Anna. As out of it as he is, he's still trying to pull himself together and show her some respect. "What's up? Did you need me for anything?" He looks unsteady, but he's trying, smiling away at her with shadows like bruises around his eyes.