Redirecting his attention towards the mulch bag, Cas hauls it back up on his shoulder, choking back another rough cough that threatens to burst from his lungs, but he’s too proud to use the wheelbarrow. ]
It’s nothing important, really.
[ he shakes his head, but the agitation of vocal chords, air tickling over rawness I. his throat, is enough irritant to set off that cough building in his chest. It barks from him, forcing it’s way out as Cas hunches over, the mulch bag falling from his shoulder to the ground. It almost sounds like he’s choking for a second, with how violently it shakes him, no second between for sucking in a breath (something he apparently needs now).
By the end of it, Cas is plopped down in the dirt, hand on his chest, carefully wheezing for air, face gone blotchy red and eyes a little glassy that way a terrible cold gets you. Looks like he’s staying here for this conversation. ]
He may have implied, [ raspy and defeated, Cas takes his time getting it all out, pausing to glance over his shoulder at the half finished garden around him. ] That I might harbor… less than professional feelings for him.
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Redirecting his attention towards the mulch bag, Cas hauls it back up on his shoulder, choking back another rough cough that threatens to burst from his lungs, but he’s too proud to use the wheelbarrow. ]
It’s nothing important, really.
[ he shakes his head, but the agitation of vocal chords, air tickling over rawness I. his throat, is enough irritant to set off that cough building in his chest. It barks from him, forcing it’s way out as Cas hunches over, the mulch bag falling from his shoulder to the ground. It almost sounds like he’s choking for a second, with how violently it shakes him, no second between for sucking in a breath (something he apparently needs now).
By the end of it, Cas is plopped down in the dirt, hand on his chest, carefully wheezing for air, face gone blotchy red and eyes a little glassy that way a terrible cold gets you. Looks like he’s staying here for this conversation. ]
He may have implied, [ raspy and defeated, Cas takes his time getting it all out, pausing to glance over his shoulder at the half finished garden around him. ] That I might harbor… less than professional feelings for him.