It was kind of like watching a comedy in slow motion. The exaggerated expression, the eggs, obviously too hot to eat just yet; Dean didn't know whether to laugh or sigh. He wound up swallowing the chuckle, sighing softly.

He strode forward, taking the plate from Dempsey's hands and set them on the end of the counter. With empty hands now, Dean placed them both gently on Dempsey's jaw and kissed him, swiping his tongue along wherever might have gotten touched by the hot food. He poured a little bit more into the kiss than he intended to, but he hoped the message was somewhat clear; I missed you.

He took an indulgently long time to pull back, eyes meeting Dempsey's, "Better?"