Don Juan didn't like the word cranky any more than he liked the laundry-list of how he ought to be behaving; both felt infantilizing to him, as though he was a surly Hogwarts student who needed to be managed and directed rather than an adult. But that was how Dean had always seen him, anyway — still not someone who could be trusted to be alone, not someone who was capable of making any good choices without direct oversight.

"Sure," he said, tone clipped. He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray and got to his feet. "Better get to it, then."

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