When he dropped his brow on her shoulder, her hands found a more natural place- her arms wrapped around the back of his shoulder blades, with one hand cradling the back of Dean's head. For now, at least. The comment about her boobs derailed her train of thought, if only briefly, but not in an unpleasant way. The crack of a joke in the middle of their week of heavy-ass conversations was always welcome. "Thanks for noticing," she huffed at him, petting his hair back one more time before wrapping him up in another hug.
"Rory wasn't hurt the way you were," Claire moved on in soft reminder. "He doesn't know what he was doing... but for right now, it doesn't matter. You need to break or shoot something- whatever you need to unload..."