[ he breathes unevenly for a moment, as if unable to even close his eyes. he watches him nervously, and then finally tries to talk. he doesn't understand. he knew dean liked girls. dean liked anna. was this another social ritual he hadn't read about? it had been unexpected, and his heart was beating faster than when he thought he had missed a sale on burgers.
he flinches slightly when dean's hand brushes against the bump on his head, but he stares at him, focused on his eyes. ]
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he flinches slightly when dean's hand brushes against the bump on his head, but he stares at him, focused on his eyes. ]
I don't understand.