“He was fine. He had a drink and a book and was quite comfortable.”
She sighed. “Ridiculous stubbornness.”
Cas shrugged. “He chose what would make him happiest. Or least miserable, if that’s the same thing.”
“That’s not an optimistic statement, Cas.” Studying his face didn’t reassure her. He hadn’t been sleeping any more than she had, judging from his drawn look, and there was tension around his eyes and his mouth. “Are you all right?” It was a stupid question; of course he wasn’t all right. His entire life had changed—largely for the worse, or so he felt— barely three days ago, and he was rightly afraid of the consequences. But he looked gratified to be asked.
“I’ll be just perfect again if you’ll dance the next with me.”
“Um…” She backed away a little, and used the excuse of setting
