Re: You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch
Jack was sure Brian did know what he meant. "There's the pompous indignation I've loathed so much." Cas shot back, arms spread wide even though his hands had buried themselves deep inside the pockets of his coat. However, Brian's next statement caused a smile to scurry across Jack's lips, and even remain for a moment. "Assume, Baron Braddock?" The smile had become a grin, a particularly toothy one at that. "I make no assumptions. I knew before I even noticed the smell of alcohol on your breath or before I witnessed the early exit from the over-planned Christmas party. A party, that frankly, had all the trappings to keep a boarding school Harry Potter-file like yourself entertained all night." He chuckled, hopefully Brian did not believe he'd been fooling anyone, though perhaps he had yet to make any true friends at the mansion.
"I saw it your eyes..." Cas confessed with a sober tone that contrasted harshly with his previous statement. "They should be the perfect shade of blue... picture your ideal wedding day, beginning of summer, in the country - back home... That! That shade of early summer blue. Yours are muted, dulled by the rough, lonely road you've walked. You don't deserve that, Braddock. Yours is the purest... most kind soul I have ever encountered..." Cas stopped when he felt the hopelessness had crept back in. "You deserve love, you deserve better." He slumped over and allowed his frame to rest against the door. His eyes parted from Brain's so that the Brit wouldn't see his pain.