That was his answer then.

"I'll have it sent over," he said after a moment of floundering, his facade slipping briefly. He hadn't really known what to expect and this had certainly been a viable option if Dempsey was no longer interested in whatever it was they'd had going. It had been a good run, months longer than Dean had ever expected. Months longer than he'd ever actually kept up with someone. Just another tally for the fact that he really wasn't cut out for that sort of thing, even if he had sometimes thought otherwise. It was different anyway, not really possible and so he was probably better off in the long run.

He'd reached down for another cigarette from his pocket, just for something to do with his empty hands, but realized that would just prolong the moment, his hand involuntarily flexing by his side.

Saved from having to say anything else, as the gent from earlier had returned with drinks for two, not three, Dean took it as his cue to bow out, making an excuse about owing someone a dance he didn't actually intend to cash in.