He thinks briefly back to the time he'd spent in their own world, when women were women and no one needed feelings. Dean'd been disturbed at the change, his complete disassociation of sex and love, but it was incredibly freeing. Something else he didn't want to have to lose about this new life. People got hurt all the time, wrapped up and choked by their own damn emotions. What was the point?
"Yeah, I did," he admits, jaw still tensed, expression unchanged. "I'm not--"
But she sends him flying back, and he goes as she's directed, crashing into the opposite wall. Wincing, definitely on edge now, he gets to his feet, face darkened.
"If you're gonna keep that up, I'm leaving," he says, glaring across the room. "I'm here to talk. And that's it."
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"Yeah, I did," he admits, jaw still tensed, expression unchanged. "I'm not--"
But she sends him flying back, and he goes as she's directed, crashing into the opposite wall. Wincing, definitely on edge now, he gets to his feet, face darkened.
"If you're gonna keep that up, I'm leaving," he says, glaring across the room. "I'm here to talk. And that's it."