[Maybe it's Backward Priorities day. The one time people aren't dying or severely fucked up in the head, Dean wants to know if he's hanging in there. A part of him can appreciate the need for smalltalk to fill the silence that pretty much dictates their relationship, he really can, but Adam just can't bring himself to play ball this time.
He'd had a perfectly fine life once; he hadn't known what he'd had until he'd been ripped out of it. It makes heaviness settle in his chest.
This is the nightmare. Going back to when he'd been fifteen would be a miracle.]
It's over and done with. I'm putting it out of my mind.
[Easier said than done, but if his tone is to believed, he's already forgotten about it.]
Why'd you really call? Do you have something on who killed you? We all saw it.
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Date: 2014-07-28 10:01 pm (UTC)He'd had a perfectly fine life once; he hadn't known what he'd had until he'd been ripped out of it. It makes heaviness settle in his chest.
This is the nightmare. Going back to when he'd been fifteen would be a miracle.]
It's over and done with. I'm putting it out of my mind.
[Easier said than done, but if his tone is to believed, he's already forgotten about it.]
Why'd you really call? Do you have something on who killed you? We all saw it.