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[bethebetterman]

[Wow waking up after dying was way worse than waking up with a hangover. It was like... a psychological hangover. With stiff limbs. Yes, he'd died before, technically, but he'd never actually passed out of existence for any given amount of time. It was a pretty bad trip, to put it lightly. So he's calling the bar, but of course (in his

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[He... was tired, emotionally and physically. He waits a moment before answering.]

...Cas.

[bethebetterman]

Fin-!

[And there's another pause as he contemplates what to say.]

...So I hear you found out what happened.

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He broadcasted the news... I had no choice.

[Hesitating then, growing quiet for a brief moment.]

...The other night, what I said. I didn't mean it.

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No choice-- bullshit. Why didn't you just fucking wait for me?!

[This pause is a lot longer.]

... Figured you didn't.

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... Would you have waited, Casimiro? Can you honestly say you would have done nothing if he murdered me?

[Asked softly with a tired sigh.]

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... No, I probably wouldn't have waited. Hell, if I'd've been able I would've torn his head off for threatenin' you when he did...

[There's another beat of silence.]

I, uh. ...I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it.

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It's all done now, I have done enough for the both of us, trust me...

[He wasn't expecting the apology, to be honest.]

It's fine, Cas... let's just try to keep the secrets to minimum, alright?

[bethebetterman]

... All right.

[There's an agitated sigh here. Clearly he wanted to get some of his own vengeance too, but he was just not in the mood.]

... You busy? Or are you going into work?

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Ah... I'll be taking an evening shift tonight if I feel up to it. Probably not, but I'll see.

...How are you feeling?

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Well, if you're up for it... I don't know, you could come over or something.

Fine. What about you? Did he- [Pause. He wanted to ask what happened, but that was a conversation better suited for when they were face to face.] ...Are you okay?

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[He didn't know what to tell him, if he told him over the phone or in person, Cas was going to be upset. Saying 'I did it for you' might not cut it. And he was exhausted, but he wanted to see him.

...It was funny how he could face death so easily, but the possibility of his partner being genuinely upset with him... how it made his stomach turn.]

I'm just tired.

Cas... Perhaps we should wait. Come over when you are up to it.

I have something to tell you.

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[bethebetterman]

[He had been expecting Finas to accept his invitation, so that alternate suggestion made him a little bitter. He couldn't even stop by after Cas had just died, huh? But instead of taking that bitterness to the next level, he just sighed.]

Right. Well, get some rest then. I'll stop by later...

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I'll come see you tonight, I haven't slept since I heard what he had done. I can rest now that I have heard your voice.

[He felt pretty damn guilty already, this wasn't helping.]

I promise, at eight.

[bethebetterman]

[...Aw. He couldn't think of a response right away, thus the pause that followed. Great, and now Cas felt a little bad for that resentment earlier.]

H-hey, you knew I was gonna come back, right? Death isn't permanent here, you didn't need to worry about it...

...Okay. At eight, then.

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They told me, yes. ...But there was that slim chance you wouldn't. I... had to be sure.

[Of course he had to worry about him, who else would?]

Hm... I should go. I'm glad you're back, Casimiro.

[bethebetterman]

[He'd let that go unanswered for now, but he did get some satisfaction out of hearing Finas say it.]

Yeah, I won't keep you. I'll see you then.