This was the part of cooking he wasn't very good at; getting it all to be done at the same time. The eggs were now scrambled instead of fried like he'd intended, which was fine, it all tasted the same to him. The toast was... toasting and the water was on the burner. Needless to say, distracted as he was, he could still tell Dempsey was off.

Dean wasn't sure if he wanted to bring it up or not, but there was a strange fluctuation to Dempsey's tone and the lulls in the conversation were noticeable. "Thanks, the Mediterranean isn't a tough place to be for a few days." Dean thoroughly enjoyed it there. He had stayed for a couple of months after graduation and had really grown to enjoy it. The people, the weather, the food, there wasn't a bad thing about it.

He waited a few more minutes to finish up the cooking, letting the silence overtake them again. As he slid the food onto plates, he pulled the kettle from the stove and poured it over the grounds. It was going to need a minute to steep to reach his preferred strength. "You okay?" He asked, not in the mood to try and figure it out on his own. He'd thought, he hoped by now that if something was bothering Dempsey, he would just come out with it. They'd been around this block too many times and Dean wasn't any good at it so he didn't want to beat around the bush.