"Perhaps," he whispered as Dean lifted his chin. He stared into his eyes for a moment before nuzzling his cheek lightly against the tips of Dean's fingers, trying to keep himself from crying any more.
"I didn't realize it. I swear, I didn't. I'm...I'm not saying I want to be with her. I'm saying...me and her had a way about us and she wanted it to change. It can't because I'm with you...I am sticking by you. I just didn't realize that I loved her more then a friend...and I don't know how I could have avoided hurting you regardless with that information," he added quietly. "You've barely seen me drink, Thomas."