The vision of Rita dying made him flinch. Then Deb appeared. Shouting and swearing and oh so her.
Except it wasn't. Some kind of vision, a fake reality designed to distract him.
Dexter had never been so glad that he was a sociopath. "Deb.." he murmured, for the first time wondering if he'd ever see the real her again. "If I could have had feelings for anyone it would have been you."
He looked up and spoke a loud. "And for the record it won't do you any good to show me Lila, Harry, Angel or Doakes. Just so we're clear."
He focused back on the game, finally putting the last card into place.
"Bingo."
He looked up again, hoping he was right. That the images of the women who he did almost care about were really fake and that this all meant something after all.