[ Benny doesn’t follow right away, just watches Cas edge past, that cat food still sticking out of his pocket like a flag planted in awkward silence.
'Dead.' Yeah, well. Ain’t that the rub.
He doesn’t flinch, but his jaw ticks once, subtle. Been called a lot of things over the years - dead’s just another on the list. Purgatory taught him not to linger on it. Hell, it taught him a whole lotta things, most of which he isn't keen to unpack in the middle of a damn grocery aisle with an angel who always looks like he’s two bad decisions away from spontaneous combustion.
Instead, Benny lets out a breath and follows, a few steps behind, voice light as a breeze but with a bit of a bite. He'll skidaddle soon enough, but he figures he oughta at least check in on Auntie. ]
Not here, it seems. World's gettin' awful loose with definitions lately.
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'Dead.' Yeah, well. Ain’t that the rub.
He doesn’t flinch, but his jaw ticks once, subtle. Been called a lot of things over the years - dead’s just another on the list. Purgatory taught him not to linger on it. Hell, it taught him a whole lotta things, most of which he isn't keen to unpack in the middle of a damn grocery aisle with an angel who always looks like he’s two bad decisions away from spontaneous combustion.
Instead, Benny lets out a breath and follows, a few steps behind, voice light as a breeze but with a bit of a bite. He'll skidaddle soon enough, but he figures he oughta at least check in on Auntie. ]
Not here, it seems. World's gettin' awful loose with definitions lately.