Dean grinned under Kane's watchful gaze. He felt like his stormy eyes were touching him, sliding over his body, studying, picking up what many wouldn't. He didn't mind that level of scrutiny. He welcomed it, in fact, and leaned back a bit so Kane could assess more. He pursed his lips, staring at the water nearby. "Hmmm... Well hopefully this doesn't scare you off, but I'm well known in the porn industry." He smiled a bit sheepishly. "No movies or videos, just magazines. I have a few solos, even. I guess they like my form enough to pay me big time to fill a whole book." He laughed, shaking his head. "Didn't think you'd ever see any of my work, I don't exactly wear... many clothes when I'm in front of the lens."

Dean bit his lip, snickering and finally falling back and laughing. Kane had reacted just as Dean expected him to. "Well if you're eeeeever curious, you can always go to any bookstore and go through the curtain in the back of the main room. They got all the good stuff back there. You'll find me near the top shelf, usually second to top." He rolled back over, sitting up and rearranging the knot that tied his shirt to his waist.

"Why that kind? Uhhh... Well I dunno. I tried stuff with clothes but it felt really awkward. Like I had a parachute on all the time. And the poses were just all wrong for the stuff. So I thought, 'Why not try something with fewer articles of clothing?' and lo, I was hooked. I like the thrill of being laid bare in front of cameras, lit up so you can't hide, allowed to experiment with different poses and pairs and styles. I have a reaaaally good contract lined up for tomorrow." He grinned at the thought, remembering to go home and find some of his things. He had to get some opinions on them, of course, but there was plenty of time for that.

Dean wrinkled his nose. "Hell, it's your life man. Whatever the hell you do in your downtime's your own business." He waved it off, dropping the subject entirely. He had his own life, but it was on display for anyone that read the news or tabloids or Yahoo's homepage. He wasn't careful, though. He lived his life as he wanted to live it, with or without the cameras. "Anyway, I got a damn good lawyer in my corner. Learned that lesson once, and once was enough. Reading contracts is what I do, I'm meticulous even if you don't know it." He winked his green eyes, looking back at the water.

His lips pursed again, this time in surprise at Kane's sudden and steady accusation. Or was it an accusation? He didn't care. "Naah, not much of a nudist. If I were I'd be in a nudist neighborhood and this sure as hell isn't one. Now, a friend of mine, Andy, he's pretty comfortable with his body, hates clothes. Looks for any reason to go with as few as possible." He giggled. "Not that I mind, he's a landscaper and has a good body. Should be a model too, but he's camera shy." Dean shook his head. How the guy could shy away from a lens was a mystery to him, but it wasn't his place to bring him out.

Dean glanced over his shoulder, watching the cameras wander the outskirts of the park. He'd made sure that, legally, they couldn't come within twenty paces of him. Some broke the rule, but not many. These were staying more than twenty feet away, at least. He looked around to Kane again and made a single swift move, rolling once away from him. "Yep, paparazzi." He said in response, stretching on the sand again. "They try to catch me at any given time. Dunno why since my life's in front of a camera. But they catch me with all my friends, strangers, whatever. Even a pretty lawyer with storm-eyes won't keep them from me." He laughed, but it sounded tired. "One of the prices to pay when you're in the spotlight the way I am but I knew what I was getting into."

He burrowed one foot into the sand while he threw one leg over the other. "Anyway, there's one place they never try to follow me. A friend's house. Probably because once he threatened to rip their heads off if they followed me so far out again." Dean laughed, shaking his head slightly. "Hell, you can go if you feel uncomfortable... Lot of people do after they see that bit of my life." He stifled a sigh, looking at the sky and marveling at how flawlessly blue it was. Almost painful.

Dean snickered, putting a hand over his nose. "Ha, stalked by strangers. That's my life, not yours. I mean I don't mind, I'd stop if I did. But I like being in front of the camera. Like a drug you can't stop once you get a taste. You gotta try it again to see if it's the same, then keep at it because you realize it's reaaaally good." He smiled toward Kane. "So you don't mind hanging around a known skin model with a few cameras around? Must be more to you than you thought." He grinned, digging his hand into the sand and letting it sift through his parted fingers. Maybe there was more to Kane than the guy ever thought. Maybe he lived in a self-imposed exile in a little box and didn't even know there was anything more three-dimensional about him. But he had to feel it sometimes. He was human, obviously---though today Dean realized maybe the humans he knew weren't, in fact, humans. He wasn't going to say anything about that, though. He definitely didn't want to be considered any crazier than he was already.

Dean shrugged, his shoulders scraping the sand he was lying on. "Lonely? Pah." He waved his hand and pushed himself up, using his shirt to dust his back free of sand. The stuff got everywhere... "I have really close friends, I have a key to my best friend's house, we get together Friday night, Saturday and spend all of Sunday together. I have..." How many friends did he have? He had a couple agents that were good friends, and that was including Carose. All three he considered grouped up with the others. "Maybe nine or ten really good, close friends, six I'd peg 'best' friends." He smiled. "Maybe another after today." He smiled, but it was a calm, friendly, open smile, not harboring dirty ideas or thoughts.

"Guess I play the brooding stranger pretty well, don't I? Some people are shocked when I say I even have one friend. Guess they expect me to be aloof. Maybe a bit of an ass. You don't think that, do you?" He was genuinely curious, his face open, his bright green eyes scanning Kane for his answer, or any facial contraction that might give away a lie. Even the most schooled people had one tiny, involuntary tell.

Dean fell back with him, turning onto his stomach and bringing his feet up to twist around one another. "Something else?" He tapped his chin, thinking about what Kane meant. "Naah, nothing else. Got normal friends and a not-so-normal job. Guess it balances out to make me normal, even if people go looking at me a little longer than the average duck." He laughed, threading his fingers together and resting his chin atop them.

"Hm, noooo... I'd love to meet you again after this." He smiled as if he were trapped halfway in a dream, but his eyes were stuck to Kane's face. "Could tell me what you're allowed about some of your cases if you wanna." He shrugged. "Call me a parasite but I'm curious. Just my nature." He smiled, watching Kane. Why wouldn't he watch this guy?

Dean laughed with Kane, glad that somehow he seemed a bit more comfortable with the idea. And loving the fact that he could actually laugh with someone so easily. It was easy with his friends, but not on that first day of their acquaintanceship. They skirted around the edges, didn't poke and prod at one another, kept their hobbies and thoughts from trickling out too soon. Dean had changed since then, though, and he was far more open. Not that he cared what many people thought---he had what friends he wanted, but this was different. Kane was interesting, and so... different than the rest of them. More tidy.

He smiled a bit, but shook his head in response. "Partly." He admitted, then watched Kane stare at the ground as he spoke. "That's really good." He nodded and smiled. "God, I love kids... They're sweet, and funny, and innocent and good... I mean, a hell of a lot of work no matter the age. I took care of my niece for years after her mom abandoned her. Hard, but... Really rewarding. She came back after she kicked her drug habit and went through the motions to get her back. She was healthy, at least, and had a good job. Finally had a guy that wouldn't hit her around or waste money. But God I miss that little girl..." His voice had taken on a tone of loss, longing, and Dean caught it too late. He flopped over and sighed. "Sorry, dunno why I told you all that. Hell, even Andy didn't know all that on the first day knowing me..." He laughed bitterly, shaking his head and letting the memory seep away. He didn't like keeping them around.

Dean shook his head, smiling, and shrugged a little. He didn't know what, other than the look Kane had, had attracted him to the guy. The looks, obviously, but he wanted to hear his voice. Wanted to see a bit beyond that hard-ass facade. And now that he did he didn't want to go back. Ever. He had to go forward, drill deeper even if he had to bring out the heavy tools.

"Hey, you might be a great listener, but it doesn't mean you always want to listen. I don't get that vibe from you. It's like... you wanna hear what I have to say. But hell, I gave you a lot more than you've given me, how about this---what got you into this?" He waved his hand up and down, gesturing to all of Kane. "What made you want to protect the kids? Not a lot of people care, but you do. That's a damned good quality in someone, especially a guy like you. It's a wonder no one's snatched you up." He lowered his gaze, but kept his eyes on Kane through his lashes.

Dean felt a bit of pain in his chest. Somewhere between his stomach and chest. He didn't feel it often, sympathy. Or sadness quite this acute. He sat up with Kane, getting just a little closer, and put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles, reassuring, calming, nothing more than that. "Hey." He said gently, his bouncy demeanor sobered, his distracted tendencies focused squarely on this. "Yeah, you can't win 'em all. It's pretty rough. Hard to get past. I guess it's harder with a kid than with an adult. Like you're letting them down. I dunno, it just feels really bad to me. But you gotta bounce back. Gotta step forward."

He'd felt the change in Kane almost immediately. Maybe not as uniquely as Andy would have had he been around, but Dean was no fool, and not entirely wiped of the ability to feel anyone's emotional changes. And Kane's change was... deep. Seated there very, very hard, very deep. Like a stubborn weed.

Dean smiled a little when Kane seemed to absentmindedly come toward him. He moved slightly, offering a solid support for him. It felt like a tiny, tiny little victory. Just one little one, and he felt cemented. He just wanted to be here for the guy, a strange feeling when it bubbled up for anyone outside his tight group of friends. But he felt it now, and that just wormed its way into him. He rubbed his hand over Kane's shoulders, loving the feel of the lean muscles, the way the spine was slightly but not overly defined. "You don't talk about it much, do you?" He felt Kane just seemed to keep these bad things to himself. Probably didn't even write them down. Did he go home and hit things that could take a punch? Drink until he forgot? God, how many times could he do that until he just lost it? Dean shook his head.

Dean bit his lip, shook his head a bit. "That's no good. Keeping it all put up in you. Got to be hard." He shook his head harder this time. Kane probably had a shitload of problems Dean didn't even want to comprehend for fear of getting an irreversible headache. So instead he turned a little, put his arms around Kane and pulled him into a hug. It was half out of sympathy, half out of desperation not to let Kane see the light sheen of tears that were threatening to spill over. It was hard just to listen to, let alone trying to live every day. He'd never have made it a day in Kane's shoes no doubt. He was glad he'd been so adamant to catch his eye.

"Hey... You can talk to me." He said, turning slightly to speak in Kane's ear. He didn't want to use one of his overdone sentiments and scare him off a little like he had earlier. But that unthought-of 'baby' had almost left his lips before he bit it back. "I've got no stress in my life, I could use a little." He chuckled, but it was short-lived, the sound dying quickly.