Rory didn't flinch when she wiped the tear away. It was actually a welcome gesture. He nodded at her assessment of the situation.
"I don't blame either one of them. I only told Dean what happened because I knew he'd ask if I was quiet and distant, but he took it like I was attacking him." He shook his head. "I'm sure he probably showed you the texts." It would have been the simplest way to talk about it.
"I hate that she did it, but I know why she did. And she's still part of my life in a different way. I just...." He sniffed.
"Please don't take this as me not being happy for you, or not being glad you're here, because I am. I really, genuinely am. I just wish everything could be the way it was. Or maybe....that this didn't hurt so damn bad. I don't know." He wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand. "I should be used to this. To not getting what I want. To things being so seriously fucked up that I don't know how to deal with it. It's been most of my life."