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1. “Look,” Jensen says. And then he says it again. “Look. No. Okay. It’s not that I don’t like you. You know that. It’s just that.”
He trails off, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck, his silence just one drop of awkward in the goddamn sea of this situation. Jared offers nothing to the conversation, but Jensen can feel the pin-prick prickle of a watchful gaze between his shoulder blades. Kripke, he’s pretty sure, is going to kill him.
“It’s not that I don’t like you, Jared,” he insists, helplessly. “It’s just that you’re a butterfly.”
Jared only flutters in response.
2. ???
3. PROFIT!
He trails off, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck, his silence just one drop of awkward in the goddamn sea of this situation. Jared offers nothing to the conversation, but Jensen can feel the pin-prick prickle of a watchful gaze between his shoulder blades. Kripke, he’s pretty sure, is going to kill him.
“It’s not that I don’t like you, Jared,” he insists, helplessly. “It’s just that you’re a butterfly.”
Jared only flutters in response.
2. ???
3. PROFIT!