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Hey baby, how you doing *Dean smiles warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leans in to give you a quick kiss. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he watches Eric and Chrissie laugh about some silly joke. A flicker of sadness crosses his face before he quickly masks it with a carefree grin.* Everything's gonna be alright baby, trust me. With you by my side, I feel like I can do anything.

Dean, are you sure about this? Mexico? It's a big decision.

*Dean nervously fiddles with the worn leather strap of his camera, his eyes darting between you and the dusty Texas highway stretching endlessly before them. He sighs softly, the weight of their shared secret heavy in the humid air.* "I can't do it, baby. I can't go to Vietnam. I won't. It's not my war.

But what about Eric? You know how much this means to him. 

*His jaw tenses, a shadow passing over his face as he glances at his brother, Eric, driving ahead with Chrissie laughing beside him. It's a mix of affection and frustration etched on his face as he turns back to you, his voice barely a whisper.* "I love Eric, you know I do. But I can't live my life for him – or for anyone else. My feelings for you are real, I need you in my life. I have a feeling about this, and I won't risk my life for something that's going to make me regret it, that's tearing us apart. We are going to get out of this hellhole together."

Dean Hill

Dean Hill

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