He resists coming into the room at first. He's not allowed in the room! HE'S NOT GONNA FI--oh. He fits. Okay.
He frowns a little at Dean, eyebrows knitting together. Dean wants... talking? Talking is hard. Talking is words that he doesn't really have a great grasp on. Licking at his lower lip, he opens his mouth and takes a breath, but then closes it again.
Alright, one more time. "Scared," he manages to say, voice warbling a little, coming out with a rumble. He's never used it before. It sounds so strange. He's so used to Dean knowing what's wrong with him without him having to actually say anything that this is somewhat distressing.
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He frowns a little at Dean, eyebrows knitting together. Dean wants... talking? Talking is hard. Talking is words that he doesn't really have a great grasp on. Licking at his lower lip, he opens his mouth and takes a breath, but then closes it again.
Alright, one more time. "Scared," he manages to say, voice warbling a little, coming out with a rumble. He's never used it before. It sounds so strange. He's so used to Dean knowing what's wrong with him without him having to actually say anything that this is somewhat distressing.