[He turns on the tablet with every intention of actually sending a message. He doesn't filter it, because what he's intending to ask is a fairly innocuous question and, if others want to weigh in, then they will
( Read more... )
[All these panicking, urgent voices are not giving him time to regroup. His voice is strained and he's still not on camera. (His hands hurt too much to actually grab the tablet.)]
I'm all right. [As for what's going on, give him a second.]
[He sighs a little, definitely pained and edging toward weary. Instead of saying anything though, he manages to tilt the tablet so she can see the mess that is his right hand. He's pushed up the sleeve of his shirt, so the raw sores on his wrist and the gashes on his forearm are visible. There. See? Not exactly okay, but he's managing.]
Are you going alone? Can you actually make it without passing out? [Because if he's trying to get there alone she's just going to be even more upset.] I'm fine.
Castiel?! What's going on?
Reply
I'm all right. [As for what's going on, give him a second.]
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment