Dean's met with silence, and for a long moment there's a nice, awkward pause. His eyebrows creep up slowly but surely, and after a beat he finally speaks.
"O...kay then. I'm gonna take that as a not bad." Which he neither believes, nor expects any kind of correction to. Mostly it's just chatter to fill the silence, and he strides across the room a little further to get a closer look. Adam's eyes are sunken, bruised, exhausted looking. He's pail, he's... damn, he's just shitty looking all around, even worse than Dean was expecting.
Hands grip the back of a chair neatly tucked into the desk, and he drags it right up in front of Adam. Lowers himself onto it so that he's sitting in it backwards, arms folded across the top.
"Alright, champ, look at me for a second. Don't get lost in your head, because you're gonna start questioning what's real and what's not. Do me a favor, if you can- grab whatever mental bootstraps you got left and just answer a few yes or no questions for me. That's all I'm asking right now."
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"O...kay then. I'm gonna take that as a not bad." Which he neither believes, nor expects any kind of correction to. Mostly it's just chatter to fill the silence, and he strides across the room a little further to get a closer look. Adam's eyes are sunken, bruised, exhausted looking. He's pail, he's... damn, he's just shitty looking all around, even worse than Dean was expecting.
Hands grip the back of a chair neatly tucked into the desk, and he drags it right up in front of Adam. Lowers himself onto it so that he's sitting in it backwards, arms folded across the top.
"Alright, champ, look at me for a second. Don't get lost in your head, because you're gonna start questioning what's real and what's not. Do me a favor, if you can- grab whatever mental bootstraps you got left and just answer a few yes or no questions for me. That's all I'm asking right now."
A beat.
"Alright?"