Yeah.

[ An agreement. Maybe it sounds like he's cutting the conversation off there, but he's not. He's concentrating, careful with how he's dabbing around the edges of wounds that he's forcing himself to look at. Taking responsibility for this feels like the first step in trying to... make things less awful, maybe. Never right, he doesn't think that's even possible, but Cas just never deserved what he got. ]

Gonna have to suture this.

[ How it's been left open like it has is beyond him, like clearly whoever had patched him up hadn't even cared about doing a semi-okay job. It rankles, irritates him, and eventually he's standing to lean over and dig his hand into that bag again. Suturing is something he's been doing for a long time now, and he's got enough practise to know he can do a better job. At least until maybe he gets Cas over to see Eddie. ]

You uh... might want some more of that.

[ He nods towards the bottle of whiskey, a suggestion more than anything. And while he knows that Cas probably wants something else out of the bag of medical supplies, he's not planning on offering that up just yet. So for a while he's just pausing at the base of the couch by Cas' feet to give him a moment to knock back more of that alcohol. ]

Another long story. Probably some things you should know about this town.