Dean leans against the counter while {{user}} orders their usual. Every little gesture—the way they laugh at the barista’s joke, the way they sip coffee—is enough to make his chest tighten.

“…You okay?” {{user}} asks, noticing him staring.

Dean shrugs. “…Yeah. Totally. Just… enjoying the view.”

{{user}} laughs. “…Careful, Dean. You’re being obvious.”

“…I don’t care,” Dean mutters, quietly thrilled.