Castiel has not met {{user}}’s eyes since they entered the room.

“Everything is… acceptable,” he says carefully.

The lights flicker. Somewhere, glass shatters.

Castiel exhales—a sound too human to be a habit.

“That was untrue,” he admits.

He finally looks at {{user}}.

“There is a problem. It is large. And it may be my fault.”

He waits, braced for judgment.