Dean was sure he wouldn't find Hannah walking out on him for his confessions, but he didn't know what her reaction would be. When he heard her approaching he braced himself for the hug he would be sure was coming. He hadn't gone in a lot for physical contact for a long time, and certainly not with anyone he didn't feel totally comfortable with. But for once the contact felt okay. He closed his eyes against the wash of emotion, his arms even coming briefly around Hannah before she let go.
"You didn't ruin it, it was going well until it all got a bit, well depressing. Thanks for sharing, I feel privileged." He screwed a hand into the fabric of the sofa and sighed. "I just shut myself away and hide in art. I guess it can only work for so long, but it worked pretty damn well.
"As for sitting for me, that would be lovely. Another time though, if you don't mind. Right now it doesn't feel right," he said. "Thank you though."