Everything was ruined. He knew it. He'd blown it and it wasn't just his life at Stanford he'd blown, but Dean's too. He let himself be led to the bed, sat down even though he was on edge, every thing in him saying to get packed, get out before... God, before something went even worse. "We can't fix it at all, dude. They know... they know why I haven't been dating, why we tend to go off together, they know I come home and fuck my brother, okay?"

He regretted the snappish tone immediately, really, and he took in a deep breath to calm himself, softening up a bit. "Yeah... yeah, I know, sorry. I'm trying. It's just--" A lot to take in.

he tilted into the hand on his face in an effort to calm down, to let it ground him. "Someone told them. Someone saw us." He knew that wasn't giving Dean much to go on and he took in a deep breath.

"A friend of mine."