the joy of revenge, the dangerous luxury of hate and malice, and how, even when malice and venom are 'richly deserved', the indulgence of these emotions can, alas, be ruinous.
he doesn’t mind when ethan is mean to him —— he knows it’s never meant to harm him. really, the only person’s anger he finds it easy to brush off 𝗶͟𝘀 ethan’s. she’s pleased that his body relaxes rather than tenses further, and some ——
it’s faint but for a second, ethan feels anger flaring up inside of him——the thought of those kids coming for him, trying to trick him. and he almost directs it to cas, for maybe thinking he couldn’t handle whatever those kids are trying to do. yet, just as quick as it showed +
of her own anxiety drops at his question. rocking back and forth on his heels, castor shrugs, before he blurts out, “i made you a stuffed animal. like my own, but it’s more like you. and i got you some of those dnd books. um, i ——