On the mun's designs for character development

[decadency]

Even that ninth grade history text book you stole from your Catholic high school told you that the crusades ended badly.

I'm not doing it. Dean is unable.

So, uh. I rebel.

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[decadency]

[ Yes, he cares about you. But that's not—it. It feels incomplete if they just leave it at that. So yes. Yes, he loves you. He nods, once, lips parted, watching you almost warily.

That okay, Dean? You going to freak out on him? For some reason this fact seems to be surprisingly damaging, either to you or to him, and so they've never successfully had a conversation about it.

But you're not freaking out. You're smiling, a little. So he swallows. Tries to smile back a little; relax. ]

You're better at details. [ Than he is. ] Uh, mostly. [ So that wasn't like a compliment or anything. Your plans almost always suck. ]