There was of course, an immediate physical reaction to Dempsey scooting closer in his lap that had Dean snapping his mouth shut. Dean's hands flexed as they slide more toward Dempsey's hips, but he still hadn't moved them of his own accord. It would be real easy to just give in, to let Dempsey have what he wanted and Dean was seriously considering it. Would they even get anywhere if they talked about it? Would he just leave again? Dean wasn't so sure he could handle that.

Still, he was not the kind to just brush something that important under the rug. He'd tried that once, then the distance had continued until he was sure he'd sort of imagined the whole thing and had talked himself out of it. Emotions were not his strong suit, but they were almost impossible to ignore. It wouldn't feel this important if there wasn't more to it. "Are we going to talk about last week before or after?" Dean decided the order of events was probably not quite so open; he wasn't sure exactly how to handle Dempsey at the moment and the indecision was not something he was used to, or wanted to continue.