Dean has never heard a silence so deafening.
He feared he'd done the wrong thing, that maybe he'd been mistaken about Claude's feelings all this time. Had he just ruined things between them? Dean didn't want to believe it, didn't want to move until Claude said something, did something.
"For how long?" If it wasn't for their current position—how close they were pressed together—Dean might've missed the question.
"I stopped trying to sway myself from the truth about my feelings for you recently," Dean admitted, giving Claude's hand a squeeze. "I didn't plan to keep it from you for long, because I think... I think there's something here, between us, Claude. I think if you gave me a chance, we could be great together."
With every word that came from Dean's mouth, Claude's eyes became gloss
