"Yeah, well, so long as they spawn with different enough personalities I can tell them apart, I'm fine with it," Meg said, slowly. She'd been teasing Cas earlier. Mostly just to get a reaction. She wasn't that. . .really. One of them was a handful. She'd learned that early on.
"Oh, I'm awesome," Meg said, raising an eyebrow slightly as she did. She shrugged a shoulder slightly before taking the drink from Sam. "Honestly, it's not bothering me all that much. Sleeping in the same bed every night is kind of a novelty."
The novelty would wear off and cabin fever would hit soon, she was sure. But at the moment, not waiting for a knife to her throat was a nice change of pace. What she'd told Doctor Grey was completely true. She liked not having to sleep with one eye open.
Meg stared down at the drink for a moment. "That's not true," she said, slowly. "There are things about back home that I miss. Things. You know. Rain. Cities at night. Music is going to be a big thing for me at some point." The IPOD she had would die eventually and she'd probably curl up in fetal position when it did.
She needed see if Cas would object to a blanket fort in their room. Frank would probably appreciate it too.
She took another drink and grimaced slightly. "But for the most part I'm not that worried."
It wasn't like she'd lost anything major back home. Except things out to gank her all the time. She was okay with leaving that behind. Meg eyed Sam now. "I get the feeling you're not handling things as well."
Because typically when someone asked how you were feeling, it was because they wanted to you ask about how they were feeling.
She thought, anyway. She knew Sam -- the other Sam, well enough to know that if he had been asking her, it was because he wanted something. Of course, this Sam didn't know she was. . .her, so that was affecting things too, but. . .eh, whatever.