Beckett doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to be awake, honestly; he'd spent a long day in the murky haze of the shock that comes from the deepest kind of grief, at a loss he can't even explain to anyone, and all he wants is to let the world go. He stares at the tablet for a long time before answering - staticky silence on Castiel's end - and when he does answer, he sounds bone-weary, and not all there.]
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Date: 2017-04-10 09:39 pm (UTC)Beckett doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to be awake, honestly; he'd spent a long day in the murky haze of the shock that comes from the deepest kind of grief, at a loss he can't even explain to anyone, and all he wants is to let the world go. He stares at the tablet for a long time before answering - staticky silence on Castiel's end - and when he does answer, he sounds bone-weary, and not all there.]
How much of it was truly you?