Oh, man. Muffins. Memories are flooding Dean's mind, memories of being taken care of. That aches. And she's going to pay for it.
"Nah, I'm good. I'm probably just gonna go back to my room," Dean replies, scratching the back of his neck. He hesitates for what he thinks is the right amount of time, then awkwardly continues: "We can talk now, I guess."
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"Nah, I'm good. I'm probably just gonna go back to my room," Dean replies, scratching the back of his neck. He hesitates for what he thinks is the right amount of time, then awkwardly continues: "We can talk now, I guess."