Dean took a small bite of his own, smile wobbling strangely around the edges. He was lightheaded. It could've been the wine, but it was more likely a byproduct of the nervous fear trickling insistently down his spine. He gave Angua a look from the corner of his eyes and felt his heart jerk in his chest. Oh yeah, definitely nerves.
"You - " he started. "You think you'll have room for dessert?" It was a dumb question, especially when they'd only just begun the main course, but Dean's mouth and his brain seemed to be operating on different levels.
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Date: 2010-06-03 03:38 am (UTC)"You - " he started. "You think you'll have room for dessert?" It was a dumb question, especially when they'd only just begun the main course, but Dean's mouth and his brain seemed to be operating on different levels.