She had him there, but Dean still worried. There were a lot of things up in the air at the moment and what concerned him the most was how well he would be able to keep up the juggling act. "I guess we can cross that bridge when we get to it, then." He decided with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He took a long sip of his whiskey, letting the burn slide down his throat before continuing.

"Anything else you want to talk about?" Dean had said he'd answer any of her questions, so if there was anything else on her mind, he figured now was a good time. It was hard for him to read the mood, given that he hadn't even been sure she wanted anything to do with him anymore. Even though that didn't seem to be the case, he still worried that he'd clouded everything with his decisions and he wanted to make sure everything was out on the table before anything got muddled again.