[He does. His eyes fall to where Dean's hand is fixed in his shirt, and he quietly covers it with one of his own.] We don't need to do anything. I mean, you don't-- I don't need a party.
[And it's not even his aversion to being social, this time. He'd enjoyed the last one, and lately, he's been feeling... well, not really back to the way things used to be, he doesn't think he'll ever get there, but better. More like things were, at least, before the leg and before the wasteland Earth. He'd had friends, then, and a job he liked, and Louis, and even with all the other things he'd been feeling, the lingering effects of New Caprica and the Colonies... that had been enough, once.
And it might again, he's only just starting to realize. But if it's not... No, he doesn't want a party. Not when he's still this unsure, when his grip on this new perspective is so tenuous. At best, it would feel forced. What would they be celebrating? Even if he has choices now, his choices are still to live here or die in his own world or go off somewhere alone.
He curls his fingers around Dean's, licking his lips uncertainly.] I was thinking I'd go to the CES for a while. Now that I don't need you to let me in, but... that's not to say you can't come with me.
[Something occurs to him, then, and he looks back up, eyes narrowing suspiciously.] Or you could go back to work. I'm not going to go anywhere without telling you first.
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[And it's not even his aversion to being social, this time. He'd enjoyed the last one, and lately, he's been feeling... well, not really back to the way things used to be, he doesn't think he'll ever get there, but better. More like things were, at least, before the leg and before the wasteland Earth. He'd had friends, then, and a job he liked, and Louis, and even with all the other things he'd been feeling, the lingering effects of New Caprica and the Colonies... that had been enough, once.
And it might again, he's only just starting to realize. But if it's not... No, he doesn't want a party. Not when he's still this unsure, when his grip on this new perspective is so tenuous. At best, it would feel forced. What would they be celebrating? Even if he has choices now, his choices are still to live here or die in his own world or go off somewhere alone.
He curls his fingers around Dean's, licking his lips uncertainly.] I was thinking I'd go to the CES for a while. Now that I don't need you to let me in, but... that's not to say you can't come with me.
[Something occurs to him, then, and he looks back up, eyes narrowing suspiciously.] Or you could go back to work. I'm not going to go anywhere without telling you first.