[Text: Dean] Definitely have a lot to talk about. [Text: Dean] Later. Stuff to talk about later. When we're exhausted from everything else, wherever we end up. Have fun.
Dean’s vibrating again. Throat clears he holds a finger up to indicate John hold on a minute. Tries to construct his face into an expression akin to focus, you know like they’re really working through what’s going on here, instead he almost spits out his milkshake. Shoulders roll back. Nervous smile to his father with the excuse of “mom still makes pie. Gave some to Sam to bring home.” Which might play into his reason for leaving if he had to make one quick. Which he does. ‘Cause Sam.
[ txt : sam ] I’d have more fun if you stopped texting me. [ txt : sam ] Glow table. Twenty minutes. Get ready.
