[Everything Dean does is aggressive; even his failure to notice the Marquis - which he kicks himself for silently because he can't afford to give that kind of ground in whatever this is between them, not with the man living right next to him, but he just forfeited it anyway - is aggressive. He's collected a broad handful of rocks alright, flat, smooth stones that would get impressive distance on a still surface, and hedges his bet by moving closer rather than further from the Marquis.
He would not run into a burning barn in a panic, but Dean is absolutely the sort that engages the things he should be afraid of head on rather than letting them come at his back. For the most part, anyway. As far as anyone knows.]
Don't worry, I never do. [He moves closer, picking one of the rocks out of his collection, palming it in his free hand and rubbing his thumb over it almost thoughtfully as if to learn the shape of it.] I know you lie awake wondering about that.
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He would not run into a burning barn in a panic, but Dean is absolutely the sort that engages the things he should be afraid of head on rather than letting them come at his back. For the most part, anyway. As far as anyone knows.]
Don't worry, I never do. [He moves closer, picking one of the rocks out of his collection, palming it in his free hand and rubbing his thumb over it almost thoughtfully as if to learn the shape of it.] I know you lie awake wondering about that.