The little pants of humiliation might be covered, but Drew didn't have the wide, beaming smile he'd had a minute ago, which was enough to make it obvious he wasn't happy. "No - I didn't mean I wanted to take off, really. We can hang out and have a butterbeer and chat still, yeah? Unless you want me to go. It's not like it's a bad thing - I'm flattered and all, really. I just didn't want to be a jerk and not tell you straight off. I thought it was a git sort of thing to say in journals when I'd already said yes, though. I figured face to face was better."
God, this was awkward. Worse than his first actual date, now that he thought of it. Dean felt really bloody guilty. He pulled the little snitch box back out of his pocket, holding it out to Drew. "You want this back though? It's all right if you do."