Dean looked down at her hand on his and smiled up at her. “It’s okay. I cope. I just try not to think about it…or her…too much. I want to remember her the way I loved her. I don’t like to remember what I saw that day. But it’s hard sometimes. I see her little face and then it just fades to…what was left.” He shook his head as if he was trying to get the pictures out of his mind. “It’s really okay though and I’m glad you asked about it. Sometimes it helps to tell someone. Cos you know, some days, this gets to all of us and makes us kinda moody and unfriendly. At least now you’ll know why if I’m ever like that.”
Forcing a smile back onto his face, he started on his third burger. “Couldn’t do anything else now even if I tried. You see this stuff everywhere and I’d be blaming dodgy car engines and stuff on demonic possession if I tried to be a mechanic now. I’d be locked up in no time…which would probably actually please a lot of the Council.” He winked at her. “But you’ll be there to save me now, won’t you?”
The rest of his food was wolfed down in record time then he sat back in his seat and whined about feeling bloated for a while. Once the worst of the feeling had passed, he leaned back over the table. “So…how about tonight? Are you free? We could go for that drink and you could maybe show me round the town a bit…you know…where the danger spots are. Stuff like that.”