[Dean isn't even here right now; he lets Dick do whatever he wants with the hand, gaze sliding away, accustomed to this. It's beginning to hurt exponentially now, and any other time he would be bitching to high heaven about it, but not right now. He's not opposed to going to the infirmary, he just hasn't gotten to it yet.
The one-word question draws Dean's attention back to front and center, though, and a muscle in his jaw jumps as he retracts his hand to tuck it carefully against his stomach again.]
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The one-word question draws Dean's attention back to front and center, though, and a muscle in his jaw jumps as he retracts his hand to tuck it carefully against his stomach again.]
Maybe. I dunno. Not like it matters.
[He's still angry, but not about this.]