"Anytime," she replied, rubbing his arm slowly while he straightened himself out.

"Bad as it could get don't mean there ain't more to it than you know." She cracked a small smile as he started explaining. "Dean, if you'd've told me everythin', I'd be wonderin' how you forgot where a handprint on your shoulder came from," she replied. "Plenty of things neither of us have shared, just how it goes, but if you wanna tell then there's probly a better place than the Mess Hall for it." A nod back to the door. "C'mon, I can leave the post for a little while."