She rolled her eyes. She probably wouldn't have if she had thought twice about it, but human emotion was such a pain in the ass. She just wasn't quite so capable of calculating and controlling every reaction, so the tension and anxiety she was feeling on her own coupled with the pain of watching him hurt just came out as frustration at first.

"Like hell you're alright. And too much for what, exactly? I know you know it's not too much for me to handle, and if you don't, then you've got another thing coming."

But she was better than that, and she wasn't going to add to his stress - er, any more - by being upset with him, so she took a steadying breath and put on a neutral expression. Her eyes were still pleading with him, that couldn't be helped. She only had so much control now, and they shone with the tears that were pricking at their edges instead of the usual glint of mischief.

She could tell he was conflicted, and she just... didn't feel right about dropping it. It almost seemed callous when he looked almost looked like he did want to talk, and seeming that way was something she was so conscious of.

"Look, the only thing that's too much for me is the idea that you won't just... let me listen. We've got nothing but time to kill here until this place either burns to the ground or goes back to normal. Take your time or whatever, but Cas?"

She reached up and stroked his cheek gently, but her touch shared the same hint of desperation in her voice.

"You gotta talk about it sometime."