Dean bit his lower lip as she unwrapped his hand. It was really not too bad. He'd had worse when he was younger, before magic. He let out a sigh at her words. "Thank Merlin. I was beginning to worry for it. I mean...I knew it would heal eventually but..."
He trailed off at her next words and looked off to the side. "Oh. Yeah. It's just...my best friend. We haven't been able to talk really for a while." He frowned slightly. "It's my fault, really. I've been in a state where I couldn't respond to him easily. I think he's really quite upset with me. I don't really blame him."
He wrinkled his nose a little bit. "But just...knowing his very upset with me makes it a little difficult to breathe sometimes...and it hurts. I don't know that this is a normal response to these things. I don't know what it means." Well, it could mean that...but no. That's not...is it?