Dean nodded sadly and fiddled with his plate before setting it aside and sipping his tea. "I know. I know. I'd quite like to ask not to have it, but I know that doesn't work. I'll just have to keep talking about it, see how it goes." Dean was feeling pretty dejected about the whole thing, and annoyed. At least one of his past relationships had failed due to this exact issue and it didn't make him all that hopeful for the future of this one. Not that it would stop him trying.
"I know. I mean maybe I should have talked to her about the PTSD earlier, but it's not like the words can quite convey the reality of it. And yes a lack of emotion is definitely not a problem we're having," he said. He shied away from the word love. He didn't think he was feeling that for Ophelia. Not yet. "Yeah. I mean it's not like we don't do nice things anyway, but I'll try and make it a bit special," he decided, mind whirring with the possibilities.