[Dean makes a wordless sound of acknowledgement in his throat, finally picks up the burger, puts it down before he takes a bite and pushes the plate away for now.
Christ, why can't he think straight? Dean nods.]
Okay. Maybe I will talk to her.
[Probably not, though. That sounds suspiciously like interaction with other people, and he's already chafing at Stiles' presence.
It's about here, too, that he remembers he doesn't really have a reason to care, fingertips digging into the corners of his eyes as if that will help anything.]
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Christ, why can't he think straight? Dean nods.]
Okay. Maybe I will talk to her.
[Probably not, though. That sounds suspiciously like interaction with other people, and he's already chafing at Stiles' presence.
It's about here, too, that he remembers he doesn't really have a reason to care, fingertips digging into the corners of his eyes as if that will help anything.]
Good luck with your research, anyway.