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i'll never get enough of the "charles leclerc 1st" grapics
You throat closed up painfully as you looked at the broken angel in front of you, desperately searching your brain for words to comfort him with. “Of course not,” was all you could come up with. Cas gave you a small nod, his eyes moving down to stare at the ground as he thought about the words he knew you would say, and everything you didn’t.
The two of you sat there for a while, the silence somehow ringing violently in your ears, and just stood up to take your leave, he spoke up. “I just...I need to know if I’m doing the right thing.”
A small, tired laugh escaped your lips, and you wondered how you could answer such a weighty question with a one word answer, so you didn’t. “I don’t think I can answer that for you, Cas... but I hope so. I really hope so.”
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