Dean stretched out his shoulders uncomfortably, sitting in the silence for a few minutes. Even sitting was exhausting. "Why not?" He wanted to. He didn't mind. He didn't like seeing that look on Don Juan's face. Hiding things was almost as hard as giving them up, so why bother? The wheels were turning now and Dean thought back to the other reason he'd gone tonight and the unsteadiness it had brought to his equilibrium. He wasn't ready to talk about that yet, he didn't think. It was hard enough to wrap his head around things he wasn't sure how to ask about, wasn't sure that he should, that was just another question on the pile.

"It's just a hobby, something to get the energy out. I don't need it." He liked it and it worked, but he could find another way.