[Bolin snuffles, begging his tears to stop or calm enough for him to function. Selfishly, he doesn't want Castiel to go, though there is nothing to keep him here. The prospect of being left alone with this pain feels terrifying. He and Mako are fighting so it isn't as though he can go running to his brother, not after fighting so hard for him to go away.
Bolin is a social creature. He is warm and group oriented. Charismatic and future forward and loyal to a fault. Being alone? He doesn't do so well. Being alone in despair? A recipe for disaster.
Maybe it's pity that prompts Castiel to offer. Or maybe, Bolin thinks, Castiel feels the same way. He's Dean's partner, after all; present in everything Dean does. In the way he lights up when he talks about His Angel. The sunshine in his voice and flushed, bashful face whenever it comes up. The steadfast belief that Castiel would come to Bolin if he called, so sure that he could fix anything.
And Bolin believed him.
But he doesn't think Cas can fix this. He can't snap and summon Dean back before he's ready... but companionship, grieving together, maybe that's the next best thing. And maybe this great spirit, like all spirits can be, is in the agony of loss with no one else to understand.
Bo can't begin to think himself on that same level, he's a friend but it isn't quite the same and he respects that. Still, he's grateful.
He takes a shaky breath, snuffling back the sob that is just desperate to get out, and nods.]
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Bolin is a social creature. He is warm and group oriented. Charismatic and future forward and loyal to a fault. Being alone? He doesn't do so well. Being alone in despair? A recipe for disaster.
Maybe it's pity that prompts Castiel to offer. Or maybe, Bolin thinks, Castiel feels the same way. He's Dean's partner, after all; present in everything Dean does. In the way he lights up when he talks about His Angel. The sunshine in his voice and flushed, bashful face whenever it comes up. The steadfast belief that Castiel would come to Bolin if he called, so sure that he could fix anything.
And Bolin believed him.
But he doesn't think Cas can fix this. He can't snap and summon Dean back before he's ready... but companionship, grieving together, maybe that's the next best thing. And maybe this great spirit, like all spirits can be, is in the agony of loss with no one else to understand.
Bo can't begin to think himself on that same level, he's a friend but it isn't quite the same and he respects that. Still, he's grateful.
He takes a shaky breath, snuffling back the sob that is just desperate to get out, and nods.]
I'd l-like that a lot.