She breaks into a smile, closing her eyes momentarily as they press their foreheads together. More than anything, that was what she needed to hear, and she hadn't even realized it. Confirmation from someone that doing her best had been enough. That it was good enough, that she'd managed to pull through and do the right thing in spite of her mistakes. She feels the tension ease from her shoulders and pulls back long enough to rub at one of her eyes with the back of her hand, urging the beginnings of tears to stay back.
It had been difficult. It had been painful and convoluted and messy and more trouble than she'd ever thought to ask for. It had been unexpected, but she had survived it, and so had Dean, and she wanted to think that their friendship had, too. Even if it would take a little longer to mend fully. They were family. There wasn't much that could change that.
"Thank you." Her own voice cracks a little, but God, she means it. It's exactly what she needs to feel at peace with what happened. "It'll... I mean. I think it'll pass. I don't expect them to ever really be friends, but Dean won't always be this--" Petty? She's not sure that's the word she wants to use.
"He just needs more time. But we're okay now. I promise. You missed the worst of it."
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It had been difficult. It had been painful and convoluted and messy and more trouble than she'd ever thought to ask for. It had been unexpected, but she had survived it, and so had Dean, and she wanted to think that their friendship had, too. Even if it would take a little longer to mend fully. They were family. There wasn't much that could change that.
"Thank you." Her own voice cracks a little, but God, she means it. It's exactly what she needs to feel at peace with what happened. "It'll... I mean. I think it'll pass. I don't expect them to ever really be friends, but Dean won't always be this--" Petty? She's not sure that's the word she wants to use.
"He just needs more time. But we're okay now. I promise. You missed the worst of it."