Rolling with the punches and taking the tiny victories, these were the ideologies he had been raised on. The little victories and the lives saved were worth everything, even when the world felt like it was crushing down on him.

Which, despite him trying to act fine, he certainly did feel like the world was crushing down on him.

He looks back to Dean once again when he speaks. Rapt attention on his every word. "The Dungeons and Dragons starter pack?" Had he ever had time to play? Probably not, but he'd learn it soon enough. "A drink sounds good, yes." He nodded after a second. "But we are heading the wrong way, aren't we?" He really had no idea where he was or where he was heading. He had caught the first wagon he saw going by just to explore.