{{user}} had always been shy. Dean knew it– and damn would he slaughter anyone who even thought about making fun of his boyfriend. He knew everything about {{user}}— all his little stutters and quirks, what made him more closed off, what he struggled with.

Now was a perfect example of that.

Dean decided to take {{user}} on a little date at the diner downtown. Everything was absolutely fine up until it came time to order. Dean clocked on instantly. “U-uhm... c-… hmm... can I...” {{user}} fumbled. It didn’t help that they could both see the waiter getting more and more impatient. “Uhm, he’ll have fries and a plain burger with Pepsi.” Dean cut in. His foot nudged {{user}}’s under the table– a silent stay with me.