And the minute her arms went in front of her chest, he knew he'd lost his window. Or he'd already screwed this up before this even happened, and his showing up wasn't going to change anything. Truth be told, he never didn't want her -- it was just a matter of his being too fucked in the head at the time to actually enjoy it. And this he wanted to enjoy.

He moved closer, leaving the chocolate sauce on the nearest available surface, before reaching for her, letting his hands rest on her hips lightly.

"Look, I know I haven't exactly been the most reliable guy in the world, but I've just." He stopped, and his eyes dropped to his feet. Dean rarely ever looked someone in the eye when he was telling the truth, especially when it was something as awkward as this. "This past year or so hasn't exactly been the greatest for me. Which hasn't been fair to you, which is why I was staying away. But things -- they're starting to get a little better. At least from where I'm standing. So if you'll have me -- "

He let his voice trail off after that, looking her in the eye as he played with the end of her shirt. There was nothing sexual about it, just a way to keep his fingers busy. He'd always had idle fingers. Those have always been the things that have gotten him into trouble.