[ he wants to say something about biting and he wouldn't mind, but dean only huffs at her more important request for him to sit. if he tries hard enough, it almost feels like they've done this before, that all of this is normal and well-practiced from before. like they've been friends for a while.
reality, of course, threatens to always crawl right back into the situation, and remind dean how wrong he is. ]
No, no, I'll sit... [ reluctantly, thank you, but he'll do as asked all the same. once seated, he looks back to her again, and raises an expectant eye brow. ]
Would you believe me if I said I've done something like this before with someone named Charlie?
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reality, of course, threatens to always crawl right back into the situation, and remind dean how wrong he is. ]
No, no, I'll sit... [ reluctantly, thank you, but he'll do as asked all the same. once seated, he looks back to her again, and raises an expectant eye brow. ]
Would you believe me if I said I've done something like this before with someone named Charlie?