"Dean, I mean, it's not like I want to leave school, but... how the hell can I go back? Either people are disgusted or wanting to help me get help or just... they don't even know how to act." He shrugged, starting to direct them back towards the motel.

"I can't face that every day, people looking at me like I'm wrong or-- people thinking you're forcing it on me or manipulating me some way." He paused, looking down. "I mean, I know it's wrong, what we do... at least to most people, but it-- doesn't feel that way when we're together. Does it?"

It never felt perverted or disgusting... he just-- loved Dean. In ways he shouldn't, but that... argument with himself became old a long time ago. "Yeah... maybe we'll find another place."

Felt more like wishful thinking at this point though.