Dean's silence worried me as he sat with his hand laced in mine. After being told we needed to talk, my mind couldn't help but imagine all sorts of different scenarios.
"Can you please just tell me what's wrong?" I asked, squeezing his hand to assure him I was there.
"I want to, I don't know how to say what I want to say though." I nodded, noticing the sadness in his usual bright eyes. "I'm not good with my feelings."
"Feelings?" I queried, him nodding his head in response.
"I want to tell you how I feel, properly, but I've never been good at showing my emotions, men like me aren't meant to be emotional." I smiled, bringing my other hand to the side of his face.
"Emotions aren't weaknesses Dean, tell me how you feel." He took a deep breath in, steadying himself.
"I think I love you." His voice was so quiet he'd never sounded so vulnerable.
"Do you want to know something?" I asked, desperate to put the smile back on his face. "I think I love you too." He let go of a shaky breath, leaning his forehead on mine.
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that."
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