Dean was avoiding you like the plague. He was standing on the other side of the hotel room for literally no reason other than to avoid touching you. He'd broken up with you almost a year ago, and yet he was being awkward.

"So, you finished up this case all yourself?" He asked, you could see how hard he was avoiding eye contact. "Impressive, looked tricky."

"How've you been getting along?" He was trying to be gentle, trying not to make it obvious he missed you since the first hour he left.