It gives Dan a pang at how it’s the happy memories that bother Dean most; Dan’s very good at reading body language, but more than that, he’s often the same way. He’s been lucky that the nightrenders have mostly pulled from his trove of gruesome losses; if he had to remember how beautiful, loving, sweet the people he lost were, he might just lay down on the ground and never get up.

“Woke up here after hearing some voices tell me I got to save the world or something. You know. Boring hero business.” He gives Dean a friendly smile. He does not say what he wants to, which is you play guitar? I play piano. “Your friend someone who can look out for themselves?”