Dean eyed him for a moment, pretty sure it was either a really lame excuse, however natural it sounded, or that Ben genuinely just needed grease for his chain.
"Alright, come on." He turned his attention back to driving and pulled the car up the drive into the Yard, killing the engine and getting out, heading over to the work area and finding out the right kind of grease for Ben.
"So, uh..." Better now than never. "How you been? I was worried about you, but I figured you needed space."