[ Midge listens. It's rare, getting Miriam to be quite long enough when she's in a tizzy--she's no longer the obedient housewife she was, despite appearances and the tasks she's given herself in Beacon. She's far more independent, stronger than she looks, except now.
Castiel really is an angel, she thinks, and that adds another layer to things, and that combined with the weight of everything--with the warmth and sincerity of Castiel's words, how his voice is strangely soothing despite its gravelly tone...
Well. It's absolutely unbecoming of her to cry in front of anyone, let alone a semi-stranger who she'd somehow summoned, but she curls on into herself, one hand wrapped around her torso protectively as the other raises up just in time to cover her mouth as she sniffles. ]
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Castiel really is an angel, she thinks, and that adds another layer to things, and that combined with the weight of everything--with the warmth and sincerity of Castiel's words, how his voice is strangely soothing despite its gravelly tone...
Well. It's absolutely unbecoming of her to cry in front of anyone, let alone a semi-stranger who she'd somehow summoned, but she curls on into herself, one hand wrapped around her torso protectively as the other raises up just in time to cover her mouth as she sniffles. ]
I want to go home.