Drew snuck into Dean's gallery looking like he didn't belong, which was incidentally exactly how he felt. He was wearing the smartest clothes he had, which was still jeans and a button down shirt with a jacket over the top, because he knew he'd never look classy and thought he'd try for maybe a little edgy... maybe not.
He felt claustrophobic in a way he didn't usually feel, and he had to undo the first few buttons of the collar of his shirt to take a breath in. He was going to look for Dean in the crowd but he caught sight of the real draw here, the art on the walls, and got lost in looking at them; Dean really did have a lot of talent.