Dean was caught between pleasantly elated and very confused...and occasionally a little distraught. Leaving Seamus had been...well, not on the top of his to do list. In fact, it took a lot of strength just to say goodbye. Thinking the word hurt so, he had gone with something else, promising to see him again. He had to.
He was staring at the road for a moment, fingers idly playing over his lips. Alright, he really needed to stop doing that. It was easily the fifth time in so many minutes. "Sorry," he said again, feeling the need to apologize for his lack of focus on anything. It had to be boring for Kevin. "Just...I think he broke my brain." Somehow that seemed like the only plausible explanation. Seamus Finnigan kissed him and it broke his brain. It seemed logical enough. Then again, his brain was broken. His logic might be broken, too. How could he trust his brain if it was broken? Then again, how could he have trusted it in the first place when all it took was a kiss to break it?
It was after this that he realized that he had zoned out again. "Dammit. I am trying to focus. Honest." Damn broken brain syndrome. Damn his lack of displeasure in the things that brought about his broken brain syndrome. "I can't think," he said forlornly. "How do you fix a broken brain?"