"Don't gotta be so excited about it," Dean teased. He didn't know the guy's whole past, but he knew enough, he thought. He got it, he really did. He also sort of knew you never left that state of mind. Not really. It was just the sort of thing that stuck with you even when you really wanted it to just fuck off.
That fry, though? Surprising, and Dean couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and shake his head a little. "No, thanks. I'm good. You go one ahead." He let out a soft laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the gesture, even if it probably wasn't anywhere near as amusing as Dean's head was currently making it.
He cleared his throat, moving to lean against the computer again, grabbing his beer for another drink. He was pretty sure that was his choice, and he'd probably get another before the game was over. Beer wasn't good warm if it could be avoided, and he'd drank a ton of room temperature beer in his life. "So, what's your favorite thing here? This stuff is normal for me, you, not so much."