Dean looked at the tear and then lifted the cup up to his lips, he took a drink as he mauled over her words. She was right. Escape. Peace.
"You got my number, I guess." He took another drink. "Just haven't been able to talk to anyone recently. Or feel like it would be someone to repeat it. And when I tried to talk to a friend, or who I thought was a friend," Dean shook his head.
He looked at her, "I'm feeling ..." He wanted to lost and more so, alone but the words wouldn't come out.