'We're supposed to be a team. It's supposed to be you and me against the world, right?'
'Dean, it is!'
'… Is it?'
But the question you're asking in your mind is 'how can it be after this?'
The night he left for Stanford was the worst night in your – well, not life because it was the worst night in your death too. The worst night in your entire existence.
The night he chose getting away from Dad over staying with you. That night has haunted you more than your nightmares from Hell.
Yet, somehow, it's his idea of Heaven.