[turns against the rickety stand to lean his butt up against it and tap his heel against the floor quietly while he talks cus that was a lot of words for a taciturn guy, only looking up to him when he says some shit in what is that hebrew with confused eyebrows until he explains and gets a little nod]

[there's that hesitation like he wants to say more about it, about how he doesn't even know if he did the right thing sending sam back because he really thought he was going to figure something out by now, you know, bust them out of here from the other side. but now he's just alone over there either way, so what was better, keeping him here where he knows he can keep him safe or sending him packing on his own? the longer it goes on the more he second guesses his decision. he knows sam would be pissed as hell about it, especially since he didn't have any say in it. but. there's nothing cas can do about it, and he's grateful he keeps going for the distraction. even if he was making weighty internal discussion faces for most of it.]

--S'not your fault. Dude, don't beat yourself up over it. Place just has it bad for makin you limp. [moves a hand off the table to wave it at him] Least you're all shiny and new car-smell fresh again.