Lindsey inclined his head a little. Well, it wasn't like Dean was lying. Just...being a little meagre with the truth. He shook his head.
"Naw. Grew up with enough country fairs." There had been some good memories had at them, too. But he didn't feel like reliving them, like dragging up hurt with the good.
"Seen one, you seen 'em all." He stared idly at the screen, sipping his beer. He did have one regret about missing the fair; he'd have loved to have taken Phaedra up on the Ferris wheel. He'd bet his truck she'd never been on one before. Not unless there was a mark in one of the other buckets. _______________________________
Dean nodded. He could understand that, if he was reading the accent right. The drawl sounded a little Southern and a little Midwest. Those people fucking loved their state fairs, 4-H, and corn.
"It was special," Dean said. The way he emphasized the word made it evident he'd seen a thing or two. He looked up at the t.v. and shook his head at a fumbled play that they were showing from the game.
"Look, a little advice? If you don't have to be in this town, seriously, find another one."
It wasn't a threat. It was a friendly warning. And he meant it.