Dean had thought he'd been transparent enough by now; but he had also been afraid of chasing Dempsey away with those sorts of big feelings. He'd been okay with the silent understanding that's what it was; which was also what made this that much harder. "I do." He admitted with a huff, shoulders drooping a little, finally looking over at Don Juan cautiously. This wasn't when he wanted to say it for Dempsey to hear. He'd muttered it here and there quietly in the dark when he knew Don Juan had been fast asleep just to get it out, but now it was out in the open.

"I want to love you through this, but it's harder than I thought it would be." He couldn't do a damn thing for Dempsey if he wasn't willing to make the change. Dempsey had to want it just as much, if not more than Dean did, for it to work.