"Uh. Hey, dude."
Dean clears his throat a little awkwardly. The camera is settled this time on what appears to be the coffee table in front of the worn sofa, if the stack of automobile magazines obscuring half the frame are any indication. He nudges them aside with one hand before raking said hand through his hair and ruffling cropped dirty-
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"Nah, it was my fault, too," He admits willingly, shaking his head. "I shoulda noticed sooner, and done something about it. I really didn't wanna hurt you, man."
Dean chuckles, "And yeah, you over-reacted." He's not going to suger-coat it when it's the truth. "I thought you were gonna Hulk out, Kurt." The hunter teases gently, feeling much better about the situation now that it's been diffused to some extent. Dean still has some nagging doubts, mostly thanks to that message Kurt left on the public network.
"I forgive you."
He states bluntly, straight-to-the-point. "I'm gonna be honest, dude, I really do trust you. I wasn't lying. And I'm always here for ya, so don't..."
Dean thinks for a minute, remembering back to his first conversation with David Karofsky. It wasn't going to be his last.
"...don't worry about any bullying shit. I got your back."
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