Cas averted his eyes, Ruby’s moment of panic still uncomfortable to watch, smacking of an invasion of privacy for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. It was a shame there was nothing he could do to make his presence less troubling for her; from his perspective the shift from demon-demon-demon to void, the Enochian wards doing their job admirably, had definitely made tolerating proximity much easier, tuning the constant sense of bad, wrong, smite! down from an insistent throb to a dull background hum. Still, if Gabriel was to be believed it would not be a problem for much longer.
“No” he replied, matter-of-fact – some would say blunt – as ever, his voice rougher than usual because he’d done the talking thing to death, as he took up the seat next to her with a weary smile. Talking, like most of those curiously human solutions, did not help matters.
For a long moment he simply watched, gazing out across the small pond, allowing the silence to become uncomfortable – and when, exactly, had he started noticing that? Perhaps it was the absence of The Song which made the silence sit so wrong.