"Are too," Dean countered. He shook his head. This was stupid. They were running about feeling sorry for themselves. He put a hand under his chin. "You think after all these years I haven't learned when you're blubbering like a baby, Seamus? I think you underestimate the amount of time I spent studying your behaviour."
He tried to maneuver so he could see Seamus' face. "You were supposed to say something," he said, forcing his voice to remain even. "And you didn't, so we're sitting here feeling sorry for ourselves and yelling at each other. Does this sound like what you wanted to do? You know you'll always be my best friend and I love you, but I'm not exactly sure...about everything. Maybe you need time to think about it. Maybe we both do. And you really need to quit drinking so much."