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[thursdays_angel]

In the grand celestial scheme of things, Castiel hasn’t been gone from Milliways that long. But that time away had been spent traversing Hell, which is guaranteed to make any amount of time feel much longer

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[27_53]

Skellig is not sitting nearly as straight-backed, but he is sitting nearby.

His coat (black, unlike Castiel's normal tan) hides his wings. The glass of water in his hands is half-empty half-full? and growing warm. The eggrolls have long since been abandoned.

[thursdays_angel]

After some time sitting still, Castiel remembers that when one orders a drink for the purposes of blending in, one really should drink it.

Castiel lifts his mug and takes a swig of lukewarm liquid.

Anyone else would make a face.

[27_53]

Castiel is not just anyone. Neither is Skellig.

Warm water does not bother him. He's had worse to drink.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel's eyes do a sweep of the bar. Observing.

He has observed a great deal, here.

He has never felt the need to search for potential threats before. It just goes to show that there's a first time for everything.

[27_53]

One thing that Skellig is used to is being stared at. Even if Castiel merely glances at him, the intensity of his glance is that of a stare, to the warning bells in his mind.

Not a freak or a demon not anyone just nobody.

He makes eye contact.

(And then diverts his gaze. He does this, to those who have more power than he does.)

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel's eyes rest on the other man (though not, he is reasonably certain, actually a man) for a moment. Not sure if he is a threat, but noting and logging his appearance, just in case.

A soldier doing reconnaissance.

[27_53]

Skellig glances up again.

He nods.

It is not exactly a nod of understanding, but it is a nod nonetheless.

(I see you.)

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel sits unmoving for a long moment before he nods in return.

His gaze becomes somewhat less suspicious.

He does not sense a threat here.