Dean soaked up the praise, another aspect that he lacked in his life. His father for all his faults, offering to berate his sons more than praise was one of many. The only time his father said otherwise was when he was possessed.
He slowly nodded, his forehead leaning gently against hers now.
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Date: 2011-03-30 10:12 pm (UTC)He slowly nodded, his forehead leaning gently against hers now.
"Hope so. Part of my job."