Good. [Dean's reply is satisfied and not at all offended; he is fully capable of being sentimental, the lone bastion of it in his family in fact, with his attachment to his car and his necklace and anniversaries, dates, holidays. The amulet, however, was purely practical. It's important, but not because it was a gift from Dean.
Dean glances down at the watch, too; he's of course fully aware of it in a way he hadn't realized it until Felix had pointed it out, and at that point he almost agrees. It's the one thing that has been constant about Felix from day one, anyway, from a possessions standpoint. He smirks at the question, though.]
Easy: we go wave it in front of a warden-only area and see if it opens. C'mon.
[And it really might be as simple as that. Dean had intended for it to be, anyway, trying to separate everything out into appropriate boxes, line them up against the wall out of his way; he means to go on with their day, not make a big deal, not throw a tantrum or cling like a widow or anything. Continue on. Take it a day at a time.
They're almost to the door when Dean apparently, and not exactly consciously at that, abruptly changes his mind. He's not really sure whether Felix has his arm or he has Felix's hand but his fingers close around his wrist instead and, almost all in one motion, he pulls Felix against him, turns, and presses them both into the nearest vertical surface - possibly not even that stable, but vertical nonetheless - and kisses him, not gently.]
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Dean glances down at the watch, too; he's of course fully aware of it in a way he hadn't realized it until Felix had pointed it out, and at that point he almost agrees. It's the one thing that has been constant about Felix from day one, anyway, from a possessions standpoint. He smirks at the question, though.]
Easy: we go wave it in front of a warden-only area and see if it opens. C'mon.
[And it really might be as simple as that. Dean had intended for it to be, anyway, trying to separate everything out into appropriate boxes, line them up against the wall out of his way; he means to go on with their day, not make a big deal, not throw a tantrum or cling like a widow or anything. Continue on. Take it a day at a time.
They're almost to the door when Dean apparently, and not exactly consciously at that, abruptly changes his mind. He's not really sure whether Felix has his arm or he has Felix's hand but his fingers close around his wrist instead and, almost all in one motion, he pulls Felix against him, turns, and presses them both into the nearest vertical surface - possibly not even that stable, but vertical nonetheless - and kisses him, not gently.]