Dean cocked his head and smiled wistfully. "I'm sorry because I like you?" He was sorry it didn't work, that they couldn't just snog and hang out or date and see where it went. It wasn't fair. And even if it was the smarter thing to do, he was sorry she was unhappy.
"It wasn't just you. And I think I might have been the first one to kiss you anyway." Dean watched her fidget. It was unlike her, and like those little odd moments of vulnerability she displayed - strangely endearing.
He reached over to squeeze one of her fidgeting hands briefly, and then moved back. "So. . . I'll see you around?" he asked slowly, awkward too. They'd pretty much agreed not to do that, but Dean just. . . said it anyway.