( acting guarded is something that he does without thinking – even if it doesn't come around as something outwardly so. it's not that he has trust issues enough to interfere with things like making friends, but until he gets to know someone, it's all friendly smiles and off-hand jokes, the sort of thing that can be kept light and airy and easy to get himself out of if things suddenly go south.
which. he doesn't think that is going to be what happens here, but given that this is the first time he's ever met his little brother's nerdfriend, and the only thing he's been able to figure out about him so far is that he really could talk about the stars until he's blue in the face – there are still so many paths this could take, so taking it slow and easy is going to do both of them a favor.
still, he sees the way the other's blue eyes glaze over the slightest bit when he gets to talking, and it's more than clear that if there were more in-depth questions to ask on dean's own part, he might get an actual, honest-to-god conversation out of him that doesn't involve shots in the dark as far as smalltalk goes.
he sets his beer on the counter behind him, loosens his stance and leans lazily against it, grease-stained hands shoved into the pockets of his equally dirty jeans. ) Clouds of dust that taste like raspberries. ( are you serious. ) You're not pulling my leg 'cause you think I don't know what I'm asking about, are you? ( there's a glimmer in his eyes, still more teasing than anything, but then he gives a shrug. )
I might not be a science guy, but stars are cool. Sam dragged me out in the middle of the night for a meteor shower once when he was … hell, I think he was barely six. It was all right.
no subject
which. he doesn't think that is going to be what happens here, but given that this is the first time he's ever met his little brother's nerdfriend, and the only thing he's been able to figure out about him so far is that he really could talk about the stars until he's blue in the face – there are still so many paths this could take, so taking it slow and easy is going to do both of them a favor.
still, he sees the way the other's blue eyes glaze over the slightest bit when he gets to talking, and it's more than clear that if there were more in-depth questions to ask on dean's own part, he might get an actual, honest-to-god conversation out of him that doesn't involve shots in the dark as far as smalltalk goes.
he sets his beer on the counter behind him, loosens his stance and leans lazily against it, grease-stained hands shoved into the pockets of his equally dirty jeans. ) Clouds of dust that taste like raspberries. ( are you serious. ) You're not pulling my leg 'cause you think I don't know what I'm asking about, are you? ( there's a glimmer in his eyes, still more teasing than anything, but then he gives a shrug. )
I might not be a science guy, but stars are cool. Sam dragged me out in the middle of the night for a meteor shower once when he was … hell, I think he was barely six. It was all right.