Dean liked watching her face as she pondered over what he'd asked her. He didn't have to wonder what was on her mind, just watching her was enough. He'd missed these little things.
"Want to help me run the bath? You can put in the bubbles." He bent down and carefully pulled off the sticky garments, careful not to get more on her than she already had. "We might have to go shopping tomorrow to get you stuff too." He confessed.