[Dean was wandering around the hedge maze because he seriously didn't know what else to do with himself. Feeling lost is familiar - feeling alone is not. It's August. He's been here practically a year. A year without Sam.
Better throw on some good humor- Actually, no. He doesn't have to. He does feel genuinely better with Philip here.]
And his name wasn't Salazar Houdini?
[Dean makes an expression of mock surprise. Unfortunately, he's not fluent in the tongue of Polite Conversationish, but anything to keep him from dwelling on his empty spaces seems harmless enough.]
Here, or back on the A Side?
[The B Side is starting to get old with its lack of cars.]
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Date: 2011-08-09 07:45 pm (UTC)Better throw on some good humor- Actually, no. He doesn't have to. He does feel genuinely better with Philip here.]
And his name wasn't Salazar Houdini?
[Dean makes an expression of mock surprise. Unfortunately, he's not fluent in the tongue of Polite Conversationish, but anything to keep him from dwelling on his empty spaces seems harmless enough.]
Here, or back on the A Side?
[The B Side is starting to get old with its lack of cars.]