[This is why Dean needed to walk away, first. This is the person he is, the man he wants to be; because now that everything has been compartmentalized away, now that he is not stronger but more stable, he hears what others would not, finally sees what he had missed completely before.
Dean says he's glad the Marquis can go home now; the Marquis responds with that laugh, that smile, and something Dean had suspected for a while, now. He chews his lip, and nods as he steps away from the door again. This - this waiting, this visit, this exchange - is for Dean, but it is also for the Marquis. He does not know how to do friendship, does not know how to be selfless, except in the way that he has just now admitted to: being without self.]
I was wondering. [The hunter is finding his stride, now; someone needs something from him. He can meet that need. He always could. It gives him purpose. He moves for the mini fridge, glancing at the desk on his way by, pausing but only because he glances, then, at the Marquis again.] And there's no one else, is there?
[ Spam ]
Dean says he's glad the Marquis can go home now; the Marquis responds with that laugh, that smile, and something Dean had suspected for a while, now. He chews his lip, and nods as he steps away from the door again. This - this waiting, this visit, this exchange - is for Dean, but it is also for the Marquis. He does not know how to do friendship, does not know how to be selfless, except in the way that he has just now admitted to: being without self.]
I was wondering. [The hunter is finding his stride, now; someone needs something from him. He can meet that need. He always could. It gives him purpose. He moves for the mini fridge, glancing at the desk on his way by, pausing but only because he glances, then, at the Marquis again.] And there's no one else, is there?