Jo raises a hand to her forehead, pressing with two fingers. This is not a conversation she saw coming up again today, tonight, right now, getting Cas settled into anything that might help him feel better after everything he's been through and the depth of how much it doesn't seem to be getting better.

Which is probably, why it is happening right now. When did anything wait?

"No." Is the first answer. But an easier one "But, yes, here. Because it's a thing here."

She's halfway to the words of just snarking that if he'll stop making her have to think about it, and why it is weirder, and the way it's making her feel flustered—and how much she hates that, most things that do that; that makes her want to fly in the face of that thing rather than retreat; because who retreats in this life—if she just gets in.

But, god, if that feels like almost too much work.
Just the knot of thinking it. She let her hand drop.

Certain one of these two paths was less of a problem in the long run;
and that both of them might end up in the same place eventually.
With that face. She looked at the water and then back.

"You're sure?"