[He doesn't know the real meaning behind the gesture, either, the way Dean's palm comes to rest just to the side of his clavicle, and not knowing why Dean might pragmatically want matching tattoos, he misunderstands. He blinks, silently going a little flustered, glancing down from Dean's hand to his face and back again with an odd, bewildered look.
It doesn't help Dean's case here that the last people Felix knew to get something like that done were married, even if it was Kara and Sam Anders and everyone knew she was rampantly cheating on him.]
Um... [It's got him distracted enough that he misses the trampstamp joke for a second; it hits his brain only belatedly and he quickly affects a look of amused disgust.] Ugh. [Okay, he must have a crossed wire there, somewhere, he's willing to believe he misread something, because that was all just too weird and confusing, otherwise. He catches Dean's wrist and pushes his arm away, making it part of the banter.] I never said I like fish. I said I grew up on a fishing planet. And I like sushi.
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It doesn't help Dean's case here that the last people Felix knew to get something like that done were married, even if it was Kara and Sam Anders and everyone knew she was rampantly cheating on him.]
Um... [It's got him distracted enough that he misses the trampstamp joke for a second; it hits his brain only belatedly and he quickly affects a look of amused disgust.] Ugh. [Okay, he must have a crossed wire there, somewhere, he's willing to believe he misread something, because that was all just too weird and confusing, otherwise. He catches Dean's wrist and pushes his arm away, making it part of the banter.] I never said I like fish. I said I grew up on a fishing planet. And I like sushi.