Dean didn't take it personally. It was what it was. In truth, it would probably be safer for him if he didn't get too close or attached. If previous experiences were any indication, that was where he'd end up getting hurt. Still, with a guy like Nathaniel, it was hard not to kind of wish he could.

"No rush," he answered with a shrug as he carried a tray of dirty glasses back to the back room and slipped them into the industrial washer. He'd had brief stints in 'legitimate' employment here and there, and these washers were used in quite a few of those jobs. Just like riding a bicycle... some things you never forgot.

Then he headed back to the bar to wipe it down and return any bottles to their rightful locations.