He reached for his backpack, sliding his arm through it and standing in an unconsciously graceful movement he would never have been able to pull of if he'd been thinking of it. Iniss had never liked moving like a teenager and Tom had never fully finished growing into his nearly six-foot frame. "Ready now." He echoed Dean's smile, feeling relieved to be able to escape. To stop talking about this.

To have a chance to make up his mind. To not worry about all the other voices.

"Thanks, I mean it, both of you. But...you don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine." He gave them a shaky smile, probably completely undermining his claim.