Silver Creek People let me tell you 'bout my best friend

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Cas was impassive as Heston spoke, save for the clench of his jaw from time to time. his friend painted a vivid picture — he had been just a boy, and in love. the Mayfair found that overlaid with the ignorance held by all youth to be particularly relevant, and so his heart ached somewhat at the man's horrible narrative. events that he had never expected had all occurred within moments of one another. he could hardly imagine how Heston had felt. how he felt now.
imagine that the woman you'd loved had been responsible for your family's death. Cas could scarcely fathom it, and that was why he broke the bro-code he'd imposed on himself and reached over to nudge the pale man's shoulder awkwardly. "jesus fuck, that is some heavy shit, man." his voice shook as he spoke — he met the other's eyes. "no wonder you have chick problems." the first woman Heston had trusted had done the unthinkable.
a thought occurred to the Mayfair, and he flicked his ears forward. "you're telling me this because we're friends, or because ..." was there someone at the Creek for who his friend had fallen? was he telling Cas all this as a cautionary tale for his own self, or because he wanted advice? whatever it was, the Beta would do his best to tell Heston what he thought was best.[/tr][/td][/table]