He makes a face at the idea of the threesome, but that's a whole new issue that he's not going to bother getting into at the moment.
He has a harder time letting go of the fact that Dean just called him Frankie like he's twelve. But even that is...forgettable. So his arms cross over his chest stubbornly. They're all valid points, but one fissure in the mask is all it takes for the rest of it to start cracking. And it's easy to tell himself that all of that doesn't matter because it's never been this before. It's never been his face and Dean's car. That there's always greener grass on the other side.
"Yeah, and what would that billboard say, Dean?"
Pussyfooting around the issue is only going to give him a reason to blatantly ignore it, which he's feeling rather inclined to do. But he asks because maybe it's something he'd rather not....ignore it completely.
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He has a harder time letting go of the fact that Dean just called him Frankie like he's twelve. But even that is...forgettable. So his arms cross over his chest stubbornly. They're all valid points, but one fissure in the mask is all it takes for the rest of it to start cracking. And it's easy to tell himself that all of that doesn't matter because it's never been this before. It's never been his face and Dean's car. That there's always greener grass on the other side.
"Yeah, and what would that billboard say, Dean?"
Pussyfooting around the issue is only going to give him a reason to blatantly ignore it, which he's feeling rather inclined to do. But he asks because maybe it's something he'd rather not....ignore it completely.