[ It's real. It's real, and Castiel says that much--and in a weird way, that helps. It soothes, though not completely, and it seems to do the trick.
The touch does more, though--Midge doesn't hesitate the moment she feels it, and she lowers her hand from her face to grab desperately at Castiel, pulling him into a hug. She should probably ask, but she's working on emotion now--she holds him as tight as she can, finding their height difference perfect to bury her face into his shoulder. He prays and she cries harder, completely unaware of anything but the only source of comfort that feels even remotely real. ]
Thank you.
[ She's not sure if she imagines it or not--she feels a strange woosh, a warm feeling, like something else holding her. Something ethereal.
Miriam's just glad she's found someone that she can confide in. ]
shhhh its beautiful you're beautiful
The touch does more, though--Midge doesn't hesitate the moment she feels it, and she lowers her hand from her face to grab desperately at Castiel, pulling him into a hug. She should probably ask, but she's working on emotion now--she holds him as tight as she can, finding their height difference perfect to bury her face into his shoulder. He prays and she cries harder, completely unaware of anything but the only source of comfort that feels even remotely real. ]
Thank you.
[ She's not sure if she imagines it or not--she feels a strange woosh, a warm feeling, like something else holding her. Something ethereal.
Miriam's just glad she's found someone that she can confide in. ]