[Dean doesn't even have to think about it, and he doesn't hesitate to answer, either. He could be even more specific, he thinks, but not yet. Dean hasn't had a home for a long time now, not one that most recognize as such, but he recognizes the look, recognizes the gritted teeth of missing someone as well and being unwilling to admit it. The Marquis, Dean thinks not for the first time, wants people to think he's a loner, but he's not. All of his power, which he undoubtedly loves, resides in the manipulation of people; it should make Dean wary of him at the least, disgust him at the worst. But he's never really minded the Marquis, not like he should for that sort of motivation.
And besides, they've talked about it. In feints and bluffs and through the teeth of a liar's smile, and the Marquis has given him more than enough hints. The conversation outside Dean's door the day he left, the uncontrolled, last ditch punch Dean hadn't expected until it happened, hadn't known what it meant at the time. Not even, really, the extent of it until he was handed a few more pieces. It might have been lazy on his part, but while Dean's methods are clever, he's no pick pocket in this regard. He couldn't have stolen these tidbits without losing his hand in the process.
And then there's that other thing, which he has also known for quite some time, though he only just now realizes it.]
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[Dean doesn't even have to think about it, and he doesn't hesitate to answer, either. He could be even more specific, he thinks, but not yet. Dean hasn't had a home for a long time now, not one that most recognize as such, but he recognizes the look, recognizes the gritted teeth of missing someone as well and being unwilling to admit it. The Marquis, Dean thinks not for the first time, wants people to think he's a loner, but he's not. All of his power, which he undoubtedly loves, resides in the manipulation of people; it should make Dean wary of him at the least, disgust him at the worst. But he's never really minded the Marquis, not like he should for that sort of motivation.
And besides, they've talked about it. In feints and bluffs and through the teeth of a liar's smile, and the Marquis has given him more than enough hints. The conversation outside Dean's door the day he left, the uncontrolled, last ditch punch Dean hadn't expected until it happened, hadn't known what it meant at the time. Not even, really, the extent of it until he was handed a few more pieces. It might have been lazy on his part, but while Dean's methods are clever, he's no pick pocket in this regard. He couldn't have stolen these tidbits without losing his hand in the process.
And then there's that other thing, which he has also known for quite some time, though he only just now realizes it.]
You want someone else to know.
And you're testing me. Again.