The flailing didn't go unnoticed, but to Cas, he just assumed the other man was startled from the attempt at affection. Many people here were vastly different then the ones from home, who merely put up with his affection and drug fueled lectures about Love, and the Earth. Or indeed whatever he happened to feel like telling them about on any given day. Instead, the stoner merely placed the brightly colored flower on his person happily.
The question, however, was only met with a slight head tilt. "Perhaps you should focus on being one with your inner eye. Stress isn't helpful to connecting to the Earth."He assured him, as if that explained the meaning behind his words. Though he remained completely unphased at being called 'weird' He'd been called worse things, after all. "Perhaps the gift will help?"He questioned, gesturing toward the flower, a sure sign of his, and by extension the Earth in question, attempt at friendship.