Dean grinned at Shadow who was practically vibrating with the need to greet him and he quickly set his mug back down and stuck his plate on top of his feet. "Come on then," he said, holding his hands out to her. They were promptly full of enthusiastic dog.
"Of course you think I look thin. Not true by the way. I'm just tall and maybe I've been swimming off a little bit more than I'm used to, but nothing..." he gave up babbling and made a face. "You think I'll have a relationship that functions without me feeling like shit for being me sometimes? Romantic one that is." He was still stroking Shadow, not looking at Susan, and mostly frustrated.