[ A girlfriend. A regular job. A place to live and his mother alive and well... up until a year ago those were extracts from Philip's life which he took entirely for granted.
To think that for Dean these things were never more than a dream, a dream he once had is... terrifying, tragic and so many other things Philip can't even begin to list.
Philip wants to make his response about Dean. He wants to say something comforting. He wants to say something. He wants to say anything, but--
But then Dean's last words stir something in him, something that is half defiance; half you can't possibly mean what you just said and half desperate hopefulness and please, oh god, please be serious about this.
And then his response is something different entirely. ]
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To think that for Dean these things were never more than a dream, a dream he once had is... terrifying, tragic and so many other things Philip can't even begin to list.
Philip wants to make his response about Dean. He wants to say something comforting. He wants to say something. He wants to say anything, but--
But then Dean's last words stir something in him, something that is half defiance; half you can't possibly mean what you just said and half desperate hopefulness and please, oh god, please be serious about this.
And then his response is something different entirely. ]
I killed three people in this mansion.