[The problem is that he can't guarantee that part of that might not be true. He can't promise that he won't want to leave, or worse, when things get bad again, and they both know they will. He can't promise anything about this is permanent. He can't even promise it will last more than a week, although ideas are starting to crystallize in his head that he suspects will occupy him beyond then. All he can promise is to love and respect Dean enough, and to be brave enough, for a proper goodbye.
But, yes. That much, he can do.
He lifts a hand to Dean's cheekbone, grazing his fingers over it, eyes softening a little.] I... don't completely know what to do. [It's an admission, a confession.] I mean, gods-- if I stay here, I don't have to warden, do I?
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But, yes. That much, he can do.
He lifts a hand to Dean's cheekbone, grazing his fingers over it, eyes softening a little.] I... don't completely know what to do. [It's an admission, a confession.] I mean, gods-- if I stay here, I don't have to warden, do I?