Her laugh was soft, surprised, incredulous. Really, Castiel? She'd had no sleep, hardly any food, her hair was limp and she looked... he was such a nutter. Such an amazing, wonderful, brilliant, alive nutter. "You're rather pretty, yourself."
Well, he was. The term 'sight for sore eyes' didn't seem entirely accurate enough to explain it. He was gorgeous, simply for having a heartbeat. If she didn't get him out of his wet clothes, though, he was going to die again, this time of pneumonia. She pulled away to take his hand, to lead him to the bedroom for clothes. A towel. And she needed to change, as well. By now, she was shivering. Had she been for long? She hadn't noticed. She paused for a second in the hallway, glancing back at him, brow furrowed. "How... did you... where...?"
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Date: 2011-12-31 04:15 am (UTC)Well, he was. The term 'sight for sore eyes' didn't seem entirely accurate enough to explain it. He was gorgeous, simply for having a heartbeat. If she didn't get him out of his wet clothes, though, he was going to die again, this time of pneumonia. She pulled away to take his hand, to lead him to the bedroom for clothes. A towel. And she needed to change, as well. By now, she was shivering. Had she been for long? She hadn't noticed. She paused for a second in the hallway, glancing back at him, brow furrowed. "How... did you... where...?"