"It's not much," Dean shrugged. "Just something I saw, reminded me of you." He looked away, averted his eyes. He'd never been comfortable in close situations, intimacy that didn't involve sex. He wasn't afraid of rejection, not from Faith but sitting there he felt small and insignificant. What if she didn't like the gift? He knew she would fawn over it, for his benefit, and he didn't want her to have to do that. he really wanted her to like it.