I nod go ahead then look to Dean.
"He's really into you," Dean says.
"I'm really into him."
"Yeah." His gaze goes to the street. "I'm glad."
"You are?"
"Yeah. Leighton will hang more if you're around. And she's so fucking fun to tease."
"You're really not into her?"
"I'd fuck her, yeah. But I'm not into anyone."
"Ever?"
"Nobody since I was into that chick from The OC. Damn, that was back in middle school. Or was it high school?"
"Which one?"
"Fuck if I remember her name." The teasing tone drops from his voice. "Is shit okay with Bree?"
"I don't know. I think it will be. He tell you anything?"
"Not yet."
"His parents agreed to put their foot down about rehab."
Dean's eyes turn down. "Not the first time."
"Oh."
"I know you think I'm a dick. I am. But I don't want to see her tear his heart to shreds again. If something happens, let me know."
"I will."
"It guts him every time she slips."
My lips press together. "He talks about it?"
"Nah. But I can tell."
"Do you think he'll ever forgive her?"
"Eventually. But he shouldn't. She doesn't fucking deserve it."
"You think he'd ever love an addict?"
Dean turns to me. Shoots me a cutting look. "No. If it was a friend. Or a girlfriend… No, I don't think he'd stick around."
"Oh."
"Why do you ask?"
Uh… "It's genetic."
He shakes his head. "Sounds like bullshit."