[But Dean isn't the press - he's not digging for the story at all costs, he doesn't even really care about the details. That's not the damn point at all. The point is that Tony has shifted mannerisms again and if this is no more realistic than the joking, nothing-sticks-and-everything-slides-right-off jackassery, well, Dean's okay with that.

As long as something, anything, is getting through. He shrugs amiably - Tony's personal life isn't any of his business, and he's pretty damn sure anyone who's met Tony is aware of the fact he's an asshole if not how much. Dena himself has the same problem.

Like with Dean, though, it doesn't make it okay.]

Doesn't mean she's happy about it. But you're right, that's none of my business.

[He unfolds his arms, steps back from the bars.] Not that I expect to hear from you, but if you need anything, give a holler. I'll be around and I keep my mouth shut.

[Smirk.] Believe it or not.