( Magical healing is by now a familiar sensation -- since long before he showed up here. It reminds him of Cas, the way the flesh soothes and knits and closes on fast-forward. The relief of it has him scrunching eyes shut and grunting out a soft mm that, counterintuitively, probably sounds pained.
A second later and he forces his eyes open again, following that finger back and forth once or twice before absently swatting at it. )
I'm- ( A rasp, a swallow, a wheezed inhale. ) I'm fine, damn it, I just-
( He devolves into a cough or three, and absently gestures to his sternum as if to demonstrate. )
Feel like I- ( cough. ) Chains- ( cough ) -moked about a thousand-
( Another few hacking rattles, and he doesn't bother finishing the sentence. They get the point, whatever. )
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A second later and he forces his eyes open again, following that finger back and forth once or twice before absently swatting at it. )
I'm- ( A rasp, a swallow, a wheezed inhale. ) I'm fine, damn it, I just-
( He devolves into a cough or three, and absently gestures to his sternum as if to demonstrate. )
Feel like I- ( cough. ) Chains- ( cough ) -moked about a thousand-
( Another few hacking rattles, and he doesn't bother finishing the sentence. They get the point, whatever. )