[ He looks away for a moment, taking a deep breath. This wasn't exactly the kind of talk he was expecting at the restaurant, especially when their orders were probably on their way. ]

I don't care about the damn chocolate. And it's not because there's something wrong with you, asshole. It's what they mean, get it? [ He finds it hard enough to say this, he doesn't want to elaborate on it. He figures Cas can't understand--Cas never laughed at his jokes--but there's a part of him that hopes he's getting it. ]