[RL] We spent some time just talking.

[ After dinner was done, and the kids were in bed, Dexter gathered their beer and inclined his head in the direction of the sliding glass door - the obvious implication that Deb should follow him out.

He may have destroyed his relationship with his only [relatively] living relative the day before, but this, right now, mattered to him far more. His baby sister was hurting and he would see to it her pain ended, one way or another.

Dexter led in with a serious question: ] Do you want a hug?