[Castiel is focused on catching his breath and staying on his feet, so much so that he barely registers someone talking to him until Tenma's at his side. He tenses on reflex--he doesn't like people he doesn't know touching him especially while he's so weak; he feels defenseless--but manages to control himself instead of lashing out. He does however digs his heels in and refuse to move, voice low under his breath.]
I'm fine. Let go.
[He knows he's being difficult, but he's sick and stressed out and he's here to assist and be useful, not to be taken care of despite that he has no doubt Tenma's intention is just to help.
He finally realizes he's been asked a question though, and nods just slightly.]
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I'm fine. Let go.
[He knows he's being difficult, but he's sick and stressed out and he's here to assist and be useful, not to be taken care of despite that he has no doubt Tenma's intention is just to help.
He finally realizes he's been asked a question though, and nods just slightly.]
Yes. Castiel.