"Are you sure you're okay?" Kastiel asked again.
"Yes," I replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice.
"Are you sure?" He asked again, his eyes searching my face like he was looking for something I wasn't telling him.
Today, he had called me while I was at work and said he was coming home early. This made me happy. He kept his promise.
"Kastiel, I'm fine," I said, and I meant it. At least, I wanted to mean it.
Ever since he came back from work, he hadn't stopped asking me this question. He had apologized for not coming home yesterday, and I said it was okay because what else was I supposed to say? That I had spent the evening crying on a park bench? That I had let the words of strangers burrow into my chest and make a home there?
After I said it was okay, he just wouldn't stop asking. Are you sure? Are you okay? You sounded sad yesterday. Over and over, like he was waiting for me to crack.
