[If this were a normal situation, this would feel like a positive step forward, like maybe moving toward some kind of semi-friendly relationship. Something less awkward at least. But... Terry looks down at the coke can still clutched, unopened in his hands and frowns. He doesn't trust this guy, and it makes something about this all a bit confusing for him.]
[He's probably overthinking it, that's all. Terry sighs, turns his head to look at something else when he realises he's just been watching Dean while thinking about all this, and wait for him to finish ordering before he pipes up.]
[ Well, at least the trust thing is mutual. Dean hates/i> demons. ]
About...twenty five minutes. [ He checks his watch, checking the time so he can clock the delivery dude and fuss if it takes too long. Dean's hungry, sue him.
[ Honestly? He doesn't know shit about this kid. A friggin' therapist? Jesus Christ, hard pass. Last time he dealt with one, he'd been hallucinating her.
[He's pretty young for the job, so Terry assumes that's what trips Dean up, but he doesn't ask or make any shitty comments which is honestly a fucking relief as far as Terry's concerned. It gets real exhausting having to defend himself.]
I can stretch to pennies.
[He sits down at the table with the sigh of a man who knows he's about to lose a lot of pennies.]
[He snaps it, but there's no real bite. (It's a day of firsts in 'expressions he's willing to show' apparently.) Like he knows he's being dumb and maybe part of him thinks it's funny, but also he's doing his best okay god. Just let him search his stupid memory okay.]
[Anyway Terry squints at his cards for another long moment and then frowns. Defeat evident in his voice.]
[Terry puts his cards down and gives Dean a bit of a pleading expression in response. He's trying his best but he has no idea what he's doing, it's been like 3 years since he last socialized.]
I thought I'd remember, but I think I was probably drunk every time I played a card game in high school.
[Terry just shrugs a shoulder and leans back in his seat, quiet for a moment or two before he (finally!!) opens his can of coke and takes a biiiiiiiiig sip.]
[he wasn't kidding he's great at waiting out awkward silences.]
[There's definitely a smug quirk to the corner of his mouth as Terry turns his head to look at the curtains. This is the most fun he's had on this entire journey.]
[Terry stands and watches Dean go with a... Well, a small amount of alarm. It really doesn't take long for his thoughts to escalate from "that seems like an overreaction" to assuming he's done something awful here and worrying he's ruined whatever positive steps they've taken today. Now they'll never get along and Dean's probably gonna just kill him and dump the body and honestly that's what he deserves, etc. etc.]
[Anyway the sensible thing to do with a sudden anxiety spiral is obviously to sit by the window like a cat and just. Wait.]
[ To be fair, he's contemplating the merits of just using Ruby's demon killing knife on him and moving on, but...
no.
He'll be back in about 45 minutes with bags full of shit from the convenience store. Dean comes back in without a word and tosses it on the little table, keeping one package for himself. Pie :3 ]
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[He's probably overthinking it, that's all. Terry sighs, turns his head to look at something else when he realises he's just been watching Dean while thinking about all this, and wait for him to finish ordering before he pipes up.]
How long did they say?
idk why it does these things
About...twenty five minutes. [ He checks his watch, checking the time so he can clock the delivery dude and fuss if it takes too long. Dean's hungry, sue him.
...He's always hungry, though. ]
dw standing in the way of weird ships
[Terry sighs and shifts himself to sit cross-legged on the bed, ready for 25 minutes of awkward silence.]
dicks
...Wanna play cards or something? [ Otherwise he's going to just.
Shit, he doesn't even know. ]
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[It's not a no.]
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[ Come sit at this shitty motel table and they can play some poker or something. Anything besides awkward ass silence. ]
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[He's getting up and coming over to the table though. Kinda would've preferred the silence honestly, but he doesn't want to be a dick.]
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[ Honestly? He doesn't know shit about this kid. A friggin' therapist? Jesus Christ, hard pass. Last time he dealt with one, he'd been hallucinating her.
Lets just bypass that. ]
It's fine. We'll play for pennies.
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I can stretch to pennies.
[He sits down at the table with the sigh of a man who knows he's about to lose a lot of pennies.]
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Perfect. Let's play.
[ And let Dean wipe the table with him, because if there's anything he's pretty good at, it's cards. ]
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[Yeah, it's not gonna help. The second he has a hand, Terry's staring at the cards trying to figure out if this can be anything.]
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What. What's next. Someone busts in and tries to kill them?
Probably. ]
........Do you know how to play?
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[He snaps it, but there's no real bite. (It's a day of firsts in 'expressions he's willing to show' apparently.) Like he knows he's being dumb and maybe part of him thinks it's funny, but also he's doing his best okay god. Just let him search his stupid memory okay.]
[Anyway Terry squints at his cards for another long moment and then frowns. Defeat evident in his voice.]
... I lied. I don't remember a thing about poker.
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He sighs, sets the cards on the table face down, and props his head in his hand. ]
Do you even want to learn. [ It's barely a question. ]
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I thought I'd remember, but I think I was probably drunk every time I played a card game in high school.
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Okay. So. Do you want to relearn or should we just sit and stare at each other in awkward ass silence?
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I'm pretty good at awkward silences.
[ha ha ha..........]
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This face. That's it.
That's all you get. ]
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[he wasn't kidding he's great at waiting out awkward silences.]
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Your people need to find someone else to babysit, man. ]
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[ Dean's getting up and going for his coat and then the door. His head hurts and he's not in the mood for children tonight. ]
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[Terry stands and watches Dean go with a... Well, a small amount of alarm. It really doesn't take long for his thoughts to escalate from "that seems like an overreaction" to assuming he's done something awful here and worrying he's ruined whatever positive steps they've taken today. Now they'll never get along and Dean's probably gonna just kill him and dump the body and honestly that's what he deserves, etc. etc.]
[Anyway the sensible thing to do with a sudden anxiety spiral is obviously to sit by the window like a cat and just. Wait.]
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no.
He'll be back in about 45 minutes with bags full of shit from the convenience store. Dean comes back in without a word and tosses it on the little table, keeping one package for himself. Pie :3 ]
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[Terry stares at the bag, and then looks up at Dean, and then back to the bag.]
[very eloquently:] What?
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