"Yeah, it's... we could..." Shut up and leave off it is, though Dean realizes it with an almost painful tightening of something in his chest. Felix is asking a question, and Dean wrestles with how to answer it in a way that won't start them fighting again; he doesn't get it worked out before the food arrives and then he's smiling his civilian smile, calling her by name and thanking her and dubiously eying the plates of food without his foot once slowing.
That only happens when he feels Felix's leg brush his and then he goes still, like he was caught out at something he's not supposed to be doing, and it's his turn to keep his eyes down; a moment later he's reaching to pop a piece of chicken into his mouth because it's what he does. He chews longer than he normally would, thoughtful, and considers whether he's willing to drop this or not. Whether he can afford to push it, or drop it, or do anything with it at all.
"It's a good thought," he says again, quietly but firmly, when he's swallowed the food he doesn't even taste this first time around. Eyes flicking up, the corner of his mouth tugs briefly before he's clearly making the decision to let it go, too, even if it feels more like prying his grip forcibly from the topic than anything like graceful. The smile broadens. He straightens his shoulders and slouches back into the chair, reaching for the chopsticks again so he can have something to make an idiot out of himself with instead, gesturing at the food.
"Alright. Here's the deal. I'll try your stupid raw fish, but if I end up puking my guts up later, you're emptying the bucket." He's back in stride by the end of it; if he can't make it so Felix can stay here, not now anyway, he can make what time there is as good as he can. "And then you're going on the roller coaster at that carnival down the street with me, and we'll see who screams like a girl first."
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That only happens when he feels Felix's leg brush his and then he goes still, like he was caught out at something he's not supposed to be doing, and it's his turn to keep his eyes down; a moment later he's reaching to pop a piece of chicken into his mouth because it's what he does. He chews longer than he normally would, thoughtful, and considers whether he's willing to drop this or not. Whether he can afford to push it, or drop it, or do anything with it at all.
"It's a good thought," he says again, quietly but firmly, when he's swallowed the food he doesn't even taste this first time around. Eyes flicking up, the corner of his mouth tugs briefly before he's clearly making the decision to let it go, too, even if it feels more like prying his grip forcibly from the topic than anything like graceful. The smile broadens. He straightens his shoulders and slouches back into the chair, reaching for the chopsticks again so he can have something to make an idiot out of himself with instead, gesturing at the food.
"Alright. Here's the deal. I'll try your stupid raw fish, but if I end up puking my guts up later, you're emptying the bucket." He's back in stride by the end of it; if he can't make it so Felix can stay here, not now anyway, he can make what time there is as good as he can. "And then you're going on the roller coaster at that carnival down the street with me, and we'll see who screams like a girl first."