[Felix, too, is sure that it won't really be as simple as that in a fair number of ways, but he's settled into this strange, still-raw newness enough for the moment that he's ready to move forward both figuratively and literally. Dean gets him out of the room and he goes willingly, fiddling curiously with his watch now, rubbing it up and down his wrist as if to check it for powers. Eventually, he catches some off look of Dean's and forces himself to drop his hands, bump his arm against Dean's in that same code, that odd little sign of I'm here and I'm okay. He even takes his arm again for a second, although he doesn't plan to keep that up out here, not to mention that they're close to the door he needs anyway.
He's certainly not planning for what comes next, and he's not entirely prepared. Even if, in retrospect, he should be. He lets out a soft and not entirely dignified sound of surprise, eyes darting to either side.
Then again, no one is around... He lets himself melt a little bit into it, eyes sliding closed as he leans back against whatever Dean's got him pressed up by -- which will turn out to be the elevator buttons. Just for a second, he thinks, hands resting on Dean's chest. They've earned it.]
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He's certainly not planning for what comes next, and he's not entirely prepared. Even if, in retrospect, he should be. He lets out a soft and not entirely dignified sound of surprise, eyes darting to either side.
Then again, no one is around... He lets himself melt a little bit into it, eyes sliding closed as he leans back against whatever Dean's got him pressed up by -- which will turn out to be the elevator buttons. Just for a second, he thinks, hands resting on Dean's chest. They've earned it.]