That was a hard question to answer when he didn't know, really. He felt off-balance, reeling. It was hard to even think about something as simple as being in a shower with Dean, something so intimate that he was used to, loved. Didn't exactly feel safe screwing around with Dean right now, but it was still something that felt good, that he wanted.

God, he still had it bad and he really shouldn't... should be keeping the distance. Maybe later, maybe when he wasn't aching for some kind of comfort, wanting to give it back to Dean.

Sighing out softly, he pressed against his brother's hand, nuzzling at him affectionately. "Want to feel you pressing me up against the wall, Dean," he murmured, kissing him a little deeper. "Want you fucking me until you're all I can even focus on..."