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
"Do..do you wanna fly?my feet kinda hurt."
Myrtle: H-hm? Um-yeah, o-ok...
She adjusts her eyepatch, tears slipping out from under it. She wipes them away quickly
-he squats a bit so Myrtle can get on his back-
