Some of the fight had ebbed from his body and that was almost as frustrating as the rest of it. He hated that Dempsey could just cute his way into stopping an argument. Dean's shoulders slumped, he wanted to still be mad, but he'd lost the energy. Now he just felt resigned and disappointed and feeling like they really did have a shitty track record for birthdays. "I like you too, and that's why it matters." He sighed out finally. It mattered more that he didn't fuck it up again.