[ The embrace surprises him—and it takes a second before he relaxes into it. It's a strange thing, to know he isn't near to home and yet something about being touched in the Horizon registers as almost. A threshold that brings him one step closer.
He wraps his arms right back. Coiled deep behind more pressing concerns, he's been worried about Dean, about what he might find when (if) he finally dragged himself out of that pit. And he knows it's not gotten better. He can sense that much. But Dean is himself, and he doesn't let his thoughts fly too far with what might lay ahead. One problem at a time.
For the best, that he had thought Dean wanted to speak to him about something important. It's the reason he came at once without question. ]
Tough to sleep. Beds were shit. [ His lips curl, wry. He steps back, settling on the hood of the car beside Dean. ] Have you missed me?
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He wraps his arms right back. Coiled deep behind more pressing concerns, he's been worried about Dean, about what he might find when (if) he finally dragged himself out of that pit. And he knows it's not gotten better. He can sense that much. But Dean is himself, and he doesn't let his thoughts fly too far with what might lay ahead. One problem at a time.
For the best, that he had thought Dean wanted to speak to him about something important. It's the reason he came at once without question. ]
Tough to sleep. Beds were shit. [ His lips curl, wry. He steps back, settling on the hood of the car beside Dean. ] Have you missed me?