[ A faint grimace greets that. Even a minute would be an eternity. He knows better than to give an open apology; there isn't one for these cases. But there's an acknowledgement of what it means for Dean, specifically.
Nothing about what Dean is saying is wrong. Nor is it anything he doesn't know. It's more— ]
I have. For decades, since I was a boy. I didn't exactly anticipate needing to do it again a century later.
[ So where does that leave him? Staring down a past he's already confronted and accepted? Perhaps. Maybe that explains his reluctant to address it all this time. It doesn't feel like an attempt to move on. It feels like turning back.
He makes a noise over the lip of his bottle. ] I prefer that option.
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Nothing about what Dean is saying is wrong. Nor is it anything he doesn't know. It's more— ]
I have. For decades, since I was a boy. I didn't exactly anticipate needing to do it again a century later.
[ So where does that leave him? Staring down a past he's already confronted and accepted? Perhaps. Maybe that explains his reluctant to address it all this time. It doesn't feel like an attempt to move on. It feels like turning back.
He makes a noise over the lip of his bottle. ] I prefer that option.