Dean was quiet for well over a minute, just sitting smiling gently and letting the silence pervade. He pushed himself down from his stool and went and grabbed his art supplies from the end of the counter where they had been left languishing in his agitation.
He came back and sat down again. "I should explain, you mostly know me from here, and I'm usually a lot quieter. It probably still makes me easy to talk to though," he said softly, setting down his latest sketchpad and passing it to her. There were only a couple of things in there, his daily sketches, mostly of random people's features and bits of the shop focusing on the shading and blending. "Here, you can look if you like, but it's only little things."