The tension had mostly dissipated from his limbs, slowly being replaced with something else that sent a shiver down his spine, starting with the brush of fingertips against his neck. Dean stretched out further, one arm tossed carelessly over Dempsey, the other tucked beneath him, too comfortable to think about moving yet. Too much longer and he would fall asleep.

"Not much to discuss really," he shrugged. Though the supposed Dempsey ought to know. "Got reprimanded at work for missing the event the other night. It is what it is." Dean wouldn't have changed his reaction to the letter, even given the consequences. It had happened, he took the scolding on the chin and he would just have to stay in line for a long while.