She said it like it had been a given, but Dean hadn't been so sure. He'd thought about her on and off in the time that she'd been here last, worried about what she might currently think of him. He'd had to sit himself down and figure out what he wanted here. The problem was that he didn't exactly know. It was different now with Don Juan back in the picture. Though Dean always harbored some hope that things weren't over between them, he'd never known if that was naïve optimism or absolute idiocy, keeping the possibility in the back of his head. He didn't want it to change anything with Hanna, though.

This was already awkward and it was his fault, he was treading carefully and he knew it, but he still hadn't quite figured out why he felt the need. "I want to apologize again for the other night, it wasn't fair to you." He took a couple more steps toward her,  unsure if she wanted to talk about it or forget about it, but he had to get that off his chest. He wanted to say more, but wasn't exactly sure how he wanted to say it. For someone who made his living speaking, he was certainly having a hard time with it lately.