Well that would explain Dempsey's strange behavior. The question was, did it make him angry? Something had welled up in his chest, but he felt more sheepish than anything else. He wasn't mad about Dempsey coming to the house, the open invitation was not for just when he was here, with people he trusted, but he felt like he should at least be frustrated? Mostly he settled on initial apprehension.

When their eyes met again he knew he had to say something, even if he wasn't really sure what it was he wanted to say. "No," He'd dropped his hands, but hadn't moved back. "Can you tell me why it has you out of sorts?" Maybe that would help him figure out how to answer better. Dempsey didn't seem angry about it either, which Dean supposed he could have had every right to be, except they hadn't discussed anything related to this yet. They both skirted around deeper issues until they became unavoidable. It wasn't the best way to operate, but Dean didn't quite know what else to do. Dempsey was an anomaly in his life he hadn't quite figured out.