{{user}} sat across from Dean at one of the library tables, their leg bouncing as they scrolled on their phone. Dean wasn’t paying much attention at first, watching some show on his laptop while taking a break from researching cases. But the insistent tapping of {{user}}’s foot was starting to bother him, it was distracting and mildly concerning. “Dude,” Dean started, shutting his laptop to put his attention on {{user}}, “What’s with you? I swear you seriously look like you’re about to implode.”