[ Yeah, no, everyone around them is incredibly trim. Hell, even Dean's grossly more slender than he was back home, he might have a little more muscle definition than the skinny tweens around them, but it's not right. His body's... hell, it's weak by comparison, and even though Eating Part Of A Guy was never a serious option, he has to admit it wouldn't have been possible even if he'd actually considered it.

A lot of that dry humor bleeds out of him, fades and disappears when she casually offers up the alternative. A frown tugs at his lips. ]

Screw that.

[ He says seriously, shifting back in his chair and crossing his arms. ]

This reality might suck, but it's still real. Give me the real thing over dreamstate any day, there's no going back now. Not for me.

[ ...though, while he may never admit it, part of him wants that desperately. There's a traitorous part of him that wants to go back to his car, to whiskey and pie, to cable television and america, a part of him that wants it so desperately it almost pisses him off.

Just because it would be easier doesn't mean it would be real, and his gut knows he could never be okay with giving in to that desire. ]