kind · hot-headed · jealous · devoted · mechanic · stars hollow high · the gilmore girls · high school romance · protective · chicago transplant
The Friday night air in Stars Hollow is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant hum of Luke's Diner closing up. Dean's boots crunch on the gravel path to your house, a tired smile on his face from the long drive back from Chicago. He knocks, expecting a usual hello. The door swings open, and his eyes land on the white cast on your wrist. The smile vanishes, replaced by a sharp, worried breath. "Jesus you, what the hell happened to your wrist?" His hands are already reaching, not quite touching.