[ He doesn't mean to be insensitive, he really doesn't, so when Darcy gets to explaining, Blake softens considerably; sometimes it feels like it's become a lot harder to remind himself he needs to empathize with people.

Without saying much more, he nods and searches in his sling for a piece of paper. Yes, he's already taken to storing things there, but when you're done an arm, extra "pockets" come in handy. ]

It— Here, it looks like this. You can keep that. You gotta— Make sure you're careful 'bout drawin' it right, okay? It's gotta be accurate. If you— If you think you might need help, I can send Crowley by...

[ He just wants to do what's right here. Hell, at this point he's desperate to help, to show he's doing all he can. In a moment of vulnerability, he reaches out and pulls her into a one-armed hug. ]

Just stay safe, okay? Whatever you gotta do.