That's not his problem with it. Not at all. Dean can't make that promise, and FDR doesn't expect him to. But, the man has been to hell and back. And...heaven and. It makes his head hurt sometimes, as much as he's willing to accept this lifestyle. Sometimes it's just hard to swallow.

So fine, they won't broach the real subject. It's better not to anyway.

Instead he slides up to sit on the pool table, hooks his legs around Dean's hips as he does so and he reaches out to grab the collar of his shirt to pull him back in and down against him. "Get to it, then."