He rubbed the back of his neck, scratching at the skin there. It really was a no brainer and he knew it: he wouldn't do good in jail. But rehab? It would be admitting he had a problem and having to talk to people and come to terms with his "feelings" and all that crap.
He wished his mom was there to tell him what to do. Sometimes it was easier that way. It was easier when he didn't have to think for himself and have others tell him what to do. Then he didn't get hurt when he did things others didn't want.
After a moment he just lifted his head and looked at Dean. Trusting the man who didn't care about him until now to know what to do to help him. He didn't want to make the wrong choice.
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Date: 2009-01-19 10:09 pm (UTC)He rubbed the back of his neck, scratching at the skin there. It really was a no brainer and he knew it: he wouldn't do good in jail. But rehab? It would be admitting he had a problem and having to talk to people and come to terms with his "feelings" and all that crap.
He wished his mom was there to tell him what to do. Sometimes it was easier that way. It was easier when he didn't have to think for himself and have others tell him what to do. Then he didn't get hurt when he did things others didn't want.
After a moment he just lifted his head and looked at Dean. Trusting the man who didn't care about him until now to know what to do to help him. He didn't want to make the wrong choice.