"So far, but hyopthetically, it is possible to believe that you can love more then one. And I do. Fuck! Fuck, I do," he swore, dragging his hands down from his forehead to cover his eyes as he tried to take in as many calming breathes as he could. The world seemed to be spinning around him. Perhaps sherry wasn't a good idea.
"It involves you, it isn't about you," he countered back. He let his hands drop and he looked to Dean for a moment before shaking his head in agreement. "Of course she always loved Harry. I was telling you that years ago. She's still holding out every fucking hope she can for him. And he isn't ever coming back. He's hiding just like you are fucking hiding."
That was harsher then he meant for it to be. "Is this normal? Is this how it is supposed to work? Ignore for a moment my principles or my thoughts. Are we supposed to meet in secrecy? Am I supposed to lie to my friends and say nothings wrong when I'm upset because I can't see my boyfriend because he's playing hide and seek out in the blasting woods?" He then shook his head, the questions sinking in. "It isn't that you aren't good enough. It's that my best friend is going to have my baby here in seven freaking months and she's telling me she loves me and I have to tell her I love her but she lost her oppurtunity because I'm in a relationship with a person I see once every three or four weeks!" The last part was shouted so loud that it made a slight echo bounce off the trees and he dropped to his knees into the snow, bowing his head.