"I don't truly understand 'touchy-feely crap' in the first place. So, I wouldn't know if you were doing it right or not." Castiel's retort was honest in nature, because he really didn't know what he was doing in terms of trying to navigate through feelings he had for someone. He wouldn't even bring up the fact he didn't know how a relationship worked. If they could even have that. He wasn't really sure about that one, so he kept it to himself. He wouldn't bring that up, for fear that it drove her away. That was the last thing he wanted to happen because of how their history went as of late. If he pushed too far, it made her withdraw and then he'd have to chase her down once more.
Once they were in the lobby, Castiel led her to the elevator that would prove as a short cut for them to get to the floor he was on and then into the apartment itself. He could have led her up the stairs, probably do so with relative ease, but he wanted to make this as easy as possible. Meg had been gone for a week, had been drinking for what was likely to be the whole of that and she seemed extremely exhausted. He wasn't making her wait the time it would have taken for them to make it up the stairs.
"And what if I don't need you?" His question was asked with a slight tilt of his head, because he wondered if that meant the moment he didn't actually need her to help him with being human, on sorting through all of this, that she would then distance herself from him again.