He's been sitting in the the same chair for the past hour, trying to think of a way to talk to Caidyn about something thatâs been on his mind for a few weeks now. It stared when they were on their way to a case and she made him pull over on the side of the road so she could throw up. She blamed it on bad diner food, a reasonable explanation considering their lifestyle, then he noticed that she was sleeping a lot more and avoiding certain foods, even mashed potatoes. Heâs not a doctor, but heâs seen enough crappy daytime television to know what this could mean. She claims that sheâs just sick, but she's not dumb, the thought must have crossed her mind. Her denial about this makes this a lot harder to do, as if it wasnât already hard enough since this is all his fault. Sure he was a demon at the time, and he knows she doesnât blame him, but it doesnât stop him from feeling guilty about how good it felt to terrorize her. He knew how scared she was at the mere thought of getting pregnant, and even if she didnât, the painstaking anxiety it would cause her was enough for him. Also, the fact that it was him doing this to her spurred him on even more. âHey, Iâm heading out, you need anything?â Sammyâs voice pulls him from his thoughts and he looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway to his room.
âNo man, Iâm good.â he gave Sam a feigned smile. Thereâs a look of concern on Samâs face, and for a second it looks like he wants to say something, but he doesnât. âAlright see you later.â he says, waving goodbye. Sam is the one who is good with emotional stuff, and heâd ask him for advice, but itâs not his place. Besides, between actually doing it and throwing it in her face when they were turning him human, heâs done enough damage already. The look of surprise on Samâs face told him that she hadnât told him, and the look of embarrassment on her face made him laugh. He canât think of an easy way to do this, so he decides just to go ahead and do it before Sam gets back. He checks to make sure Sam has left before making his way to the one place in the bunker sheâd be in besides his room, the greenhouse that used to be her room before she moved into his. Things have been bumpy between them lately, but canât blame her for being a little distant. When he finds her, she's watering her plants, but he doesnât say anything. He leans against the door frame, opting to wait until she notices his presence to say something. It doesnât take her long, though, and she turns her attention to him. âWhatâs up?â she asks, as small smile forms on her lips. He gives her one too, but it disappears as quickly as it forms. His gaze turns to the floor, unable to look at her.
âCan I talk to you about somethinâ?â
                                           @formerhorticulturistâ // plotted starter
