"I might do the same for a good steak." He straightens up and walks up to Dean, closing the distance between them and stopping short when he catches his scent. He smells like healing wounds, and a lot of them, with blood pooling under his skin.
He almost asks if he's okay, but then he takes another look at Dean. His stance is more relaxed, face a little more open. He's wounded, but he isn't suffering.
"Thought I beat that need out of you." He's not judgmental when he says it, because hey, everyone has their vices. He's just mildly curious of how it all works. He wants to understand, mainly because he finds it all a little intriguing, like maybe he could have found himself in Dean's shoes if things had gone a little differently.
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Date: 2013-07-17 05:27 am (UTC)He almost asks if he's okay, but then he takes another look at Dean. His stance is more relaxed, face a little more open. He's wounded, but he isn't suffering.
"Thought I beat that need out of you." He's not judgmental when he says it, because hey, everyone has their vices. He's just mildly curious of how it all works. He wants to understand, mainly because he finds it all a little intriguing, like maybe he could have found himself in Dean's shoes if things had gone a little differently.