"God, he sounds like your version of John." John pissed off all of her friends. Dean pissed off Zee. John screwed around. Dean screwed around. And regardless of how much Dinah protested it was obvious something was there.
She reached across the table to put her hand on Dinah's wrist and gave her friend a gentle smile. "Take it from me. Don't push him away if he comes around trying to help. Okay?"