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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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.