"Some kinda charm for making people not disappear from some weird, conscious island?" Roger asked, skepticism apparent in both his voice and the crinkle of his mouth and nose. Sure, if anyone could do it, it was Dean, but no one could do anything on that island. No one was special, and maybe that was why Roger liked it there so much.
"Look, Dean, I don't wanna think about you making some deal to make people come back." He shook his head. "Shit happens but we're here. And I'm not gonna think about where I'd be without you, so let's just drink and think about what is here, okay?" He reached for the bottle, hoping it could be some kind of agreement, a vow of silence on the matter.
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Date: 2010-12-09 08:11 pm (UTC)"Look, Dean, I don't wanna think about you making some deal to make people come back." He shook his head. "Shit happens but we're here. And I'm not gonna think about where I'd be without you, so let's just drink and think about what is here, okay?" He reached for the bottle, hoping it could be some kind of agreement, a vow of silence on the matter.