Dean rolled his eyes. "If I wanted to go, I'd have told you. I'm having a nice time chatting. Just thought you might not want to sit about. If you're good, then I'll get us another."
He stood up, picking up the mugs, ruffling a hand lightly through the bright yellow hair first. "I meant it when I said I wanted to be friends, even if it started off a bit weird, okay?" He smiled and then promised. "Be right back." He didn't mind chatting. Drew was sweet and easy to talk to. It sounded like a pretty good way to spend the rest of the afternoon, really. They could walk back in another couple of butterbeers or something.