I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you | [Closed]

[deansangel918]

Who: An deansangel918 and another wingsofsilver.
What: Salvaging a friendship after an argument last month.
When: Evening
Where: The bar at Lux.
Warnings: Cas being Cas. Gin being Gin. High probability of alcohol consumption.

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[wingsofsilver]

[For the first few seconds it seems like Gin isn't behind the counter. That perhaps he's in the backroom or off today, but now. After a moment he pops up with a box in hand. Evidently he'd been bent over for a few seconds, picking something up off the floor.

That complete, he sets to open the box and pulling out handfuls of napkins, obviously doing some restocking while there's a break in the flow of customers. So, thanks to that, he never notices Castiel approaching the bar and thus giving him an opportunity to become all sour faced.]

[deansangel918]

[Castiel stops right in front of Gin and just stands there.]

Hello, Gin.

[wingsofsilver]

[ooc: I swear that tag made sense in my head.]

[... well. Gin pauses mid-napkin stuffing to glance up at the speaker, only to find it's Castiel. Unsurprising, really, since he knows that deep rasp pretty well. There's a part of Gin that hopes Castiel's just here to ask for a drink but, well, Gin knows better than that by now.

So instead he finishes putting the napkins away and sets the box on the floor again with an inner heavy sigh. He really hates having conversations about his feelings.]

Hey.

[deansangel918]

[Now that he's standing here, Castiel realizes he really has no idea how to start. So he just dives right in with the subject that's brought him here.]

It's been some time since we last talked.