"It was a lot easier on the outside..." Cas admitted. "It's hard to know where we all fit in here..." Which was his biggest problem. He'd lost his purpose. His eyes stayed focused on the floor as his shirt lay over the sink drying. "I still find myself waking up insanely early, but there's not train to catch... no city to go perform in. Then at night..." He felt socially starved. So used to going out and meeting new people a couple nights a week, dancing until the club closed or sneaking off for some intimate moments that Hotshot would pick up no the next morning and blush at. Limbo was suffocating. But he didn't say anything else, just hummed softly- projecting calm.