( this. is such a disaster. so much that he finds himself wishing that he could turn back time, decide against sending this in the first place - because he almost hadn't, just because of the late hour, and how little kate seems to sleep even by his standards.

he swallows a bit thickly, rubs at his eyes again, the latter of which cas won't be able to see - but the strain is clear in his voice, if only because it's taxing to keep consistently denying what everyone is clearly assuming. )

I do like her. I like her a lot, actually. But that doesn't mean ... ( he trails off, if only because he isn't quite sure how to finish that sentence without outright lying. he does like her, very much, but given that they've never actually talked about the nature of his feelings for her ...

nngh. )

Can we just ... not talk about this where everyone in the whole city can see it?

( please? )