Fuck. Dean couldn't breathe, and when Drew was on his knees and his hands were on him to open his pants he really couldn't speak up to stop him. The question, at least, penetrated - he hadn't thought that maybe Drew hadn't recognized him.
He blinked a few times, and swallowed, relaxing back against the wall and a few inches now from Drew and his hands. "Yeah. Hey, mate. Long time, yeah? You alright?" The words were thick, but Dean at least managed them.