"Nah. Not really." The only problem Dean had with the relationship was how scared he knew Bela was. It was like having a bird that he knew would probably fly away at any moment. He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. If he'd thought about it harder, he'd find upon a little bit of introspection that he was nervous about the whole thing as well.
Taking another swig of his beer, Dean hummed a bit to himself. He opened up the fridge, looking for food. "Y'hungry?"