Justin Finch-Fletchley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} basilisk_srvivr) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Justin leaned back against the door, his arms crossed protectively over his chest. He sniffed, using the back of his sleeve to wipe his cheeks and nose. It certainly wasn't what his mother had taught him to do, but he was beyond caring at the moment.
He heard Dean's voice, and if it was possible, felt even worse. Hadn't he imposed on his friend enough this last week? It felt like every time he'd seen Dean, he'd been upset or crying over something, and he hated putting it all on him like that.
"I'm fine," he replied, trying for casual but not succeeding, as his voice cracked on him. His arms tightened around himself.