[ Hell, yeah. Gotta have the right form down. Dean knew this guy had a good vibe. The vibe of a man who knows the right way to punch someone and then passes that vital knowledge on to the next generation. ]

Can't teach you how to pick the right friends in any school. Take that as a good sign, right? Once he gets outta this teen rebellion crap, at least you know he's got good instincts.

[ If that's any kind of consolation whatsoever.

And as the thought occurs to him, extremely belatedly considering they're having a drink and talking about their brothers: ] Name's Dean, by the way.

[ He offers a hand. Might as well be official about it. ]