-he stops hugging-
"Whatever it is..can..dinner help?"
Myrtle: ...You...want to take me to dinner...?
She looks at Dean, mildly confused
"well..food usually makes people feel better.."
Myrtle: A-are you...trying to ask me out...?
"n-no"
Myrtle: ...Ok. I...food sounds great.
She smiles at Dean a little
"great! There's a restaurant right around the corner!"
Myrtle: Ok...
She gets up, eye puffy and tear stained
"I know you don't know me all that well but...you can tell me anything...It always helps to talk about it.."
Myrtle sniffles
Myrtle: I...O-ok...
She turns away from Dean, not wanting him to see something
