[He listens to Dean clear his throat, the tell-tale emotion in it, but also the deep breath. That was the key: remembering to breathe. He was glad Dean was able to find that step at least. The rest would follow.

He smiles to himself, cheek pressed in his palm as he listens to his friend talk.]

Good. You'll be all right, Dean. You both will be, I promise. And I'll do what I can to help make sure that stays true.