... Right. Chick flick moments are rare, use 'em sparingly.

[You never know when you'll need one.

Besides, he knows too much proding'll just shut Dean down, put him in a headspace that'll be hard to get out of. He knows because it happens to him, sometimes, too. Only he's quieter and more curled in on himself, like a dog dying in the bushes.

He clears his throat as he glances around the room.]

Well, I don't... plan on coming back, so. I'll sweep through and make sure I haven't left anything.