"It's not your fault…" Cas said quietly. "I just… don't really know how to do much of anything." He sighed, resting his forehead against Sorrel's chest. "I'm really not smart, or strong, or fast, or graceful, or… or really anything special at all."
"I could say the same about myself." Sorrel replied. "I'm freakishly tall, boring, and lonely all the time. I don't know what to do when people are over, ever, but I know I can try." He said, with a little confidence. "You're super special though. You have that wrong." He admitted.
"I think you're pretty special." Cas said softly, moving a little closer to Sorrel. "I don't know what you think makes me interesting, though."
'Cas… moved closer to me. Is he more comfortable around me?' Sorrel thought, in his head. "You have such a mysterious aura. You're so fun to be around, and you're like, adorable." He said. He kind of whispered the last part. He hugged Cas, just a little bit.
"But I can't do anything." Cas replied, sighing softly. "You… you welcomed someone like me into your house without even knowing me."
"Which could have been dangerous. What's a little risk, right?" He asked the guy. Honestly, he wasn't thinking at all. "I just go with whatever I feel like." He decided, aloud. "And right now, you seemed to be my top priority."
"Yeah, um… I would've been afraid to do it myself, to be honest." Cas closed his eyes. "Why am I your top priority?"
"You're my top priority because whenever I look at you, I see someone who's been deprived of something." Sorrel stated. "I'm not sure what you've missed, but its my goal to get it for you."
Cas blushed again, looking up at Sorrel. I don't think you know just how much I've been deprived of… He drew in a shaky breath and hugged Sorrel tightly.
Sorrel laid his head ontop of Cas's, and closed his eyes. "Soft, precious thing, you deserve the world, and I'll fetch it for you.."
He blushed harder, clinging even tighter to Sorrel. He didn't want to let him go. "I-I really… I… I don't…" He stammered quietly.
Sorrel's urge happened, then. He didn't know how Cas would feel about it, but he wanted to do it for himself. He kissed the top of Cas's head, super gently, open already to being pushed away. He only knew Cas for an afternoon, so he knew it might be a lot of a bit extra.
Cas looked up at Sorrel, his face now completely red. His heart was racing and he wasn't sure what to do. I shouldn't let myself fall in love again… I'll get hurt, just like every other time. But… he seems different, right…?
Sorrel brought his face a little further than it was before away from Cas. Had he stepped over one of the dude's boundaries? He didn't know, like hell he ever would. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled. "Was that too much?"
"N-No, it's okay, I just… you surprised me a bit…" He replied quietly, looking away. He made no attempt to move away from Sorrel, though, so he didn't seem to be traumatized or anything.
"I-I'm sure I did, honestly, I'm a mess sometimes." Sorrel whined, with an awkward laugh. "I mean, literally, if someone kissed me I'd probably panic, big time." He said, in truth. "I get it if you think I'm insane…" He muttered.
"No, I don't think you're insane… maybe a little impulsive, a little scattered, but not insane." He lay his head on Sorrel's chest.
Sorrel noticed the selectiveness of Cas's words, and at least he knew he deserved them. "Thanks, I guess." He replied. Cas's head, resting on his chest, at least reassured him that Cas liked one part of him. He messed with a small strand of his hair. "I'll try and control myself better." He promised.
"No, it's fine… I.. uh… I kinda like it." Cas said softly, closing his eyes and relaxing when Sorrel started petting him. "Keeps things interesting."
"Oh?" Sorrel appeared surprised. "Well then, I hope to interest you, and at least control myself a little better." He adjusted his promise. He loved how open Cas was, he didn't hold back anything, or at least that's what he knew. He purred, softly, as he played with a little more of Cas's hair.
Cas nodded a bit, leaning into Sorrel's hand with his eyes still closed. "Thanks again for letting me stay…" He murmured softly.
Sorrel giggled quietly. "Don't tel me thanks for something that I'll always let you do. You're welcome here, more than even I am." He purred, gently playing with the guy's hair still.
"Why would I be more welcome here than you?" He asked, clearly confused. "It's your house, not mine."
"It's a long story." Sorrel replied, through gritted teeth. His eyes met a picture frame, sitting on the television stand.
Cas followed Sorrel's gaze to the frame, but he still didn't understand. "Well, I haven't got anywhere to be."
"And bad things happened here to me, so we're equal." He muttered. He shook his head, and sighed, soundlessly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm never like that." He muttered.
"Are you okay…?" Cas asked gently, looking up at Sorrel from where he was with a worried expression.
"If I showed you something, would you understand?" Sorrel asked, softly. "I can't even put words to it." He added, a small explanation.
"Um… probably? What do you want to show me?" He gently took Sorrel's hand.
Sorrel, with his free hand, lifted the side of his shirt, and revealed a few haphazard scars. "This was bleeding, a little bit ago. It was a fight with the one in the picture frame." He muttered. "Bottles thrown, glass…" He muttered, with a shiver. He brought Cas's hand to his heart and sighed.