[ Trying. Probably not succeeding, at all. But he's giving it a go. ]
That's...shitty.
[ That's putting it mildly, but what else do you even say? 'Sorry' is trite as hell, and Dean knows that kind of crap isn't reassuring. ]
Yeah, that's true. We're both kinda stuck. Literally. [ He's going to open his own bottle, toss the lid away and hold it up, tipped in her direction. ] Uh, happy wedding day?
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That's...shitty.
[ That's putting it mildly, but what else do you even say? 'Sorry' is trite as hell, and Dean knows that kind of crap isn't reassuring. ]
Yeah, that's true. We're both kinda stuck. Literally. [ He's going to open his own bottle, toss the lid away and hold it up, tipped in her direction. ] Uh, happy wedding day?