"Oh..." Drew said again, softer, thoughtfully. The brief pang of humiliation, stupidity and disappoinment that he felt was covered up and it wasn't visible on his face. He gave Dean a slightly self-effacing smile and sipped at his butter beer. "Well... thanks for being honest with me. And hey, you really don't have to hang out with me now you're here, you're not like, obliged to or anything. It's cool if you have other places you'd rather be." And he was being sincere.