"This is so dumb... Why am I even... But it's his words, so... Ahh..."
Nervously tapping on the wheel of his car, Dean found himself unable to calm his leg, which was continuously bouncing up and down out of nervousness.
But he couldn't help himself.
The adrenaline coursing inside him was making it impossible for him to remain calm.
Especially since he was about to do something dumb.
Extremely dumb.
"Haha... Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this because of a 'gut' feeling... But, it's not just anyone's gut feelings, it's that fuckers..."
Even now, he still hadn't changed his habit of calling Liam a fucker. It had been so ingrained in his mind that it just felt right.
Fucker.
Fucker.
Fucker.
It just rolled well on the tongue.
But outside that, he was an enigma to Dean. His expressions were hard to read, and he struggled to believe he was even capable of human emotions.
