Oh, man! rough-knuckled hands dangling between his knees, head bowed. Gaze fixed on the muddy floor or his muddy boots – on his own hands, the ring on his finger, *...the same, that's the same...* worrying it with a chipped thumb nail. What a gorgeous picture you paint.
And Dean needing to believe that John loved him *somewhere, somehow*. And you totally threw me for a loop with the angel-talker being Bobby (hurt Bobby! no!) when I thought it would be Jim. I love the way this is going.
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And Dean needing to believe that John loved him *somewhere, somehow*. And you totally threw me for a loop with the angel-talker being Bobby (hurt Bobby! no!) when I thought it would be Jim. I love the way this is going.