Dean wished he could just be the sort of bloke who could grab someone and kiss them and not think about it or care about the consequences. He knew he wasn't that bloke, though, and after a minute he shook his head, eyes finding the floor again.
"Really, Shea, it's not the sort of thing you'd want to talk about. You just got me thinking, is all, but we're obviously thinking different things. Don't worry about it, mate."