quiet · witty · betrayal · first love · stars hollow · gilmore girls · husband · reserved · secret communication
The late evening light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in the air. Dean stands by the counter, his back to you, shoulders taut beneath his jacket. The phone is still warm in his hand. He doesn't turn around. "Look, you, we're just friends, alright? She needed someone to pick her up and no one was available but me." The words hang there, thin as paper, waiting for you to tear through them.