[It takes some resolve to terminate his feed before answering, mostly because he's not sure yet if he'll actually make it down there. Dean's fed up from a day of talking to way too many people and handling way too many conversations. This is the last thing he should be doing, but he can't help it.
When he goes, he's still got some concealed weapons. Enough to hold his own in a fight against any of the usual suspects. Even then, she's not hard to miss. He's been picturing her face every day for as long as he can remember. Worried he might forget it if he ever stops the habit.]
Hey.
[Dean stays on his end of the room, waiting to see how it'll all play out. If she's the same, or if something else is riding shotgun. He has to remind himself those are odds worth betting on when it comes to her.]
action.
When he goes, he's still got some concealed weapons. Enough to hold his own in a fight against any of the usual suspects. Even then, she's not hard to miss. He's been picturing her face every day for as long as he can remember. Worried he might forget it if he ever stops the habit.]
Hey.
[Dean stays on his end of the room, waiting to see how it'll all play out. If she's the same, or if something else is riding shotgun. He has to remind himself those are odds worth betting on when it comes to her.]