❝ i’m—— seriously? … i didn’t mean it that way ; damn it, jo. i don’t wanna talk ‘bout it, but i don’t wanna NOT talk about it, either. what the hell am i supposed to do? ❞
( inquisitive frustration oozes out his actions, his firmer stature & the distraught in an aimless movement of verdant irises. this is where he ends up around at lack of paths ; seeking a GUIDANCE. )
❝ i don’t know—!make up your mind? or maybe, when people try to open up to you, you could try not laughing in their faces?jesus christ, dean, really.❞
she can’t help think that this is what she gets. you let your guard down, and you get the full force of the blow. —- it’s not just this; it’s everything. this is just the straw that broke the camel's back.
( his glance is locked balked on her frame, if only for the poignant fortune of his eyes not meeting her gaze. )
❝ it’s not somethin’ that’s just … an easy dropper. but, i, uh—— if this is what y’want ; alright. ❞
she won’t look at him. just give a hard laugh, turning from his general direction. the action is more for s e l f - p r e s e r v a t i o n than for spite.
❝up until about thirty seconds ago, dean, it was a huge joke. i can’t imagine it’s all that hard.❞
pros: cons: • you have very nice lips • you move around a lot • you are probably hung • i don’t know your last name • lets face it, you’re probably • you could be an ax murderer very good in bed.