Dean watched her work. Almost as if he were afraid to take his eyes off her. In case she'd disappear like Max had. He didn't expect the island not to do that to him. He had done a lot of damage to it. Or as much as he could do. The only thing he hadn't done was charge at the Spire. He didn't want tits.
"Yeah." He murmured. Not knowing if it did her any good to hear him talk or not. Knowing it sounded like he was scraping two pads of sandpaper together. He moved his hand so she could get to it best. He didn't mind whatever she had planned. He hoped it would hurt. Then maybe some of his outside would match his insides again. He didn't want to lose the hand after all. Even through his pissed off tirade some of what her boyfriend had reached him.