"Don't hate." He chuckled as he sat beside her, stretching his arm over the top of the couch behind. "What have you been thinking about a lot lately?" Because while he tried to guess what she was thinking, he knew he was probably way off.
Dean snagged the remote and set it on her knee. Not wanting to start it before she was done with the ice cream, just in case the opening scene was gory, and would cause her stomach to flop. And he was really trying not to be a remote nazi.