Dean could see the decision in her face the moment before she delivered it and something released inside him and he had to steel himself against the rush of tears that threatened to fall.
"Goodbye," he said, words choked out to her retreating back.
What he needed now was to not have to deal with all of this. He barely remembered to stumble out of sight before apparating to Seamus' flat, grabbing his self-care box and heading for the bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers, lit his candle with a flick of his wand and crawled under Seamus' duvet and curled up, crying before he was quite able to get it together and take his potion.