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PsychicBastard
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For the first time today, Anya didn't speak, no-- she only listened to his voice. His deep, quiet, and shockingly scared voice. The sound was one she hadn't heard too often. It worried her deeply, yet fueled her endless resolve to help him. She wasn't nosy, not necessarily, just concerned. Concerned and willing to help in whatever way she could. Anya may not have seen all of them, but she has seen some wounds. Cas has been through a lot, it's pretty evident, and it's also evident that it looks like he hasn't had much "comfort" or help with most of these problems (then again, it could just be her speculating). An independence grew from it though, one she both easily respects and worries about too much. Then again, she cant help it; it's probably her job at this point.
"Well, look at the brightside," Anya began after a long pause, sitting beside him with a pack of ice. "You have somebody who'll do what they can to help you remember."
She smiled slightly, taking both of his (wait, were they shaking a little? or it t just her?) hands and placing the cool ice pack inside of them. "The cold-- it'll temporarily numb the pain for awhile, depending how long you have it on."
To be completely honest, she just wanted to give him a hug right now.
"Well, look at the brightside," Anya began after a long pause, sitting beside him with a pack of ice. "You have somebody who'll do what they can to help you remember."
She smiled slightly, taking both of his (wait, were they shaking a little? or it t just her?) hands and placing the cool ice pack inside of them. "The cold-- it'll temporarily numb the pain for awhile, depending how long you have it on."
To be completely honest, she just wanted to give him a hug right now.