Yeah. Okay. I just thought-- forget it. [He shakes his head and moves quickly, as much to get to the soothing warmth of the alcohol as to get to the currently not-so-soothing warmth of being around Dean. It's a victory, though, for his better side, for the tiny kernel of hope that's been trying to grow lately, and some of the fear leaches away as he comes over to the couch.
Which isn't to say that he's entirely calm. The brush of their fingers against each other as he takes the bottle from him, the way he's not really sure where to sit -- up against him, the way he's used to? keeping a distance? -- all these little extralinguals are more than enough to occupy his attention. In the end, he keeps a few inches between them and rests his hands, holding the bottle, somewhat politely on his knees. He takes a pull from the bottle, takes another breath.] You said you had questions.
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Which isn't to say that he's entirely calm. The brush of their fingers against each other as he takes the bottle from him, the way he's not really sure where to sit -- up against him, the way he's used to? keeping a distance? -- all these little extralinguals are more than enough to occupy his attention. In the end, he keeps a few inches between them and rests his hands, holding the bottle, somewhat politely on his knees. He takes a pull from the bottle, takes another breath.] You said you had questions.