No, you're here because you are one dumb sonnuvabitch.
[Dean's considered how to work this, tried to think ahead, plan for some kind of unified front with himself. Problem is that once he's faced with the problem all of that goes right out the window and he moves on instinct instead. He could sneer back, mirror the posture, wait for Shane to break this little tantrum.
Instead Dean glares at him for a moment, then breaks eye contact to look around the room, begins pulling his jacket off. He has to go carefully over the right sleeve, revealing a plaster half-cast over his wrist and hand as he peels the leather jacket off, but other than that his attention is fully on his surroundings - and subtly on his new inmate.]
Okay. We're gonna start over. I'm Dean, I'm your new warden, and here in a minute I'ma hand you your file and see what you think about it. But first thing's first: You need anything?
no subject
[Dean's considered how to work this, tried to think ahead, plan for some kind of unified front with himself. Problem is that once he's faced with the problem all of that goes right out the window and he moves on instinct instead. He could sneer back, mirror the posture, wait for Shane to break this little tantrum.
Instead Dean glares at him for a moment, then breaks eye contact to look around the room, begins pulling his jacket off. He has to go carefully over the right sleeve, revealing a plaster half-cast over his wrist and hand as he peels the leather jacket off, but other than that his attention is fully on his surroundings - and subtly on his new inmate.]
Okay. We're gonna start over. I'm Dean, I'm your new warden, and here in a minute I'ma hand you your file and see what you think about it. But first thing's first: You need anything?