[ . . . no. He looks away and grins, wide. He understands what you're saying but no. No. It's all just. No. ]
So—what? We. . . [ Chuckling. What? They get to be together? Happily ever after? What? Man, that just fucking hurts to think about. Hope fucking hurts, Dean. It sobers him up. ] You're a jackass.
[ Regardless if you're telling him the truth or not. That you would tell him at all. He's nowhere near drunk-and/or-high enough for this. ]
Why? [ Why would you tell him? Why would you be with him? Why then and not now? Why is it different? Why do humans have these kinds of relationships? Why did you turn him into this? ] I tried—I tried to say goodbye to you, years ago. [ In the green room. Why didn't you let him? ]
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So—what? We. . . [ Chuckling. What? They get to be together? Happily ever after? What? Man, that just fucking hurts to think about. Hope fucking hurts, Dean. It sobers him up. ] You're a jackass.
[ Regardless if you're telling him the truth or not. That you would tell him at all. He's nowhere near drunk-and/or-high enough for this. ]
Why? [ Why would you tell him? Why would you be with him? Why then and not now? Why is it different? Why do humans have these kinds of relationships? Why did you turn him into this? ] I tried—I tried to say goodbye to you, years ago. [ In the green room. Why didn't you let him? ]