He looked up at them, eyes bright in a way he hated, and said quietly, "Because I hurt him."
Trevor's expression shifted into something far more complicated than disappointment.
Lucas's too.
Dean looked away again immediately, because if he kept eye contact now, he might actually humiliate himself to death in front of them, and then Seven would have paperwork.
"I know what he did to me," Dean said, wiping his face badly and with growing irritation. "I know what the fight looked like. I know what the scans said and what the bruises were and how stupid it all was." He shook his head. "That's not what keeps replaying."
Lucas sat down slowly.
Trevor remained standing, but he had gone very still in the way people did when they were trying to understand something they had not expected and did not want to mishandle.
