In the pause, Dean felt the ache in his body return full force and he moved to strip all of the way and settled into the tub before the water grew cold. The hot water felt good on his battered body and he sank into it gratefully. He looked up at Don Juan and motioned with his head to get in and join him. "No details. Just that we weren't together for a while and now we are again. I thought that was enough." Those weren't his secrets to give away. She hadn't even really flinched at the fact that it was two men together, which was surprising, considering everything he'd had to teach her about the basics of sex. She'd taken all of the information in stride.

"I'm still navigating how much either of you wants to know," he admitted, as he leaned his head back against the tub and rolled it to look at Don Juan again. Hanna had been full of questions, but he'd expected that and had been able to steer the conversation accordingly. "I've never been in this position before." And he wouldn't be, if everyone wasn't alright with it. He knew that, but he still couldn't help the nagging sensation he was being selfish for trying to hold onto both of them.