Balthazar knows it's not an all-or-nothing situation. Intimacy, love, sex--they can be intertwined, and frequently they overlap, but two out of three make for a pretty good friendship, all in all. Still, even now it seems strangely like Castiel is slipping away, and Balthazar has no idea how to hold on, what to say to fix it, if it's something that should be fixed, or can be.

He leans into the arm on his shoulder and forces a small smile. "Thank you. Do you want a drink or anything? I've forgotten what you said you came here for."

Balthazar's not even sure what to feel any more. What else is there to say, then, but to change the subject?