[ Cas feels that he understands it. Perhaps it's like taking a human shape, after watching for so long without one. It's one thing to see the world in one way, and quite another to experience it. The disorientation, moving between one and another, is unsettling. It's hard to quantify, and harder still to come to terms with, even if inherently nothing has changed: certainly not the world itself.
Castiel steps slowly closer. His smile is soft and sad, but he knows from the feeling around him that he is welcome here. Matt has made him welcome with his choice of destination if nothing else. This beautiful church, lovingly rendered by his memory.
But Castiel has a memory as well. He looked on Matt mere moments ago, and when he steps well into range of him, he offers his hand in front of him. That is entirely what it is: an offer. Not insisting, not forcing anything upon him that he isn't willing to take for himself. There is no demand here. ]
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Castiel steps slowly closer. His smile is soft and sad, but he knows from the feeling around him that he is welcome here. Matt has made him welcome with his choice of destination if nothing else. This beautiful church, lovingly rendered by his memory.
But Castiel has a memory as well. He looked on Matt mere moments ago, and when he steps well into range of him, he offers his hand in front of him. That is entirely what it is: an offer. Not insisting, not forcing anything upon him that he isn't willing to take for himself. There is no demand here. ]
I can show you.