"Hey, don't laugh." He said without bite at all. In fact there was a little bit of a chuckle in his tone. He'd nested when he found himself an apartment. And he'd done it again when he moved. Made the space his. With room for improvement if she wanted to change anything.
Dean felt the fear roll around in his stomach. When she raised her eyes to his face. It was almost enough to back out. To simply shake his head, and shake it off. But she wasn't them. She wasn't like them.
Still he watched her face a few moments after she asked. "Happy. Content. Safe." He whispered the answer, gently combing his fingers through her hair, hoping she wouldn't flinch away. Praying that she wouldn't chase him out because he was getting to clingy.