[ It's easier, for some reason, to pay attention to anything other than Castiel. She feels oddly scrutinized, oddly open, vulnerable, and she can't quite place why. She's not sure she wants to, either, or at the very least not right now. She likes Castiel, but she doesn't like being thrown off balance. Off-kilter things are reserved for a fun house, in her opinion, or a very good standup.
God, she misses comedy.
Miriam's checking on a stove that doesn't really need to be checked on when she speaks. ]
I wasn't praying, I was lamenting my existence, which, by the way--
no subject
God, she misses comedy.
Miriam's checking on a stove that doesn't really need to be checked on when she speaks. ]
I wasn't praying, I was lamenting my existence, which, by the way--
[ Oh.
Oh. ]
You can read my mind?!