No, it's not. [That's why he hadn't wanted to say anything. He let himself slip down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, drawing his knees up a little.

Only way to make Dean see? was probably to be honest here, as honest as he could be even if he didn't want to.] I keep thinking about making you like me, you know. I know that's unfair and you'd hate me for it... it's selfish, but I've been thinking about it anyway. That's why you're probably right in wanting to stay away from me and why you can't say I'm good. I'm not. And who knows what I'm going to become.