"Shit, the two of you are tearing up like Bobby watching The Notebook." Laughing he faked a punch toward Dean's midsection. Dean ought to know better then having both hands where he couldn't use them.
He nodded toward a picnic table that was empty. He wasn't planning on standing around in the middle of the path while they talked. Never know when the wrong person would hear something in this world.
"How are Anne and Bela?" Figured he may as well change the topic to something else before they needed a tissue or something.