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Only that week turned into two. And then a month. During that time, he just talked about books with Rory and had fights with Dean, between skipping classes and mouthing off to people in Luke's Diner. He could have felt guilty for getting Luke's buisness into trouble, but he didn't. He felt he had enough to think about. Like the fact that he was weak and he knew it. Maybe they were all weak. Dean still fought with Jess, and seemed to enjoy it deep down. After all, it couldn't be that Jess was the only one feeling all that sexual tension between them. He thought- no, he knew- that Dean felt it as well. And Rory. Rory was nice to him, she laughed at his jokes, she called him (eight times, he counted, though he'd never let her know). They went out- they read, they ate, they laughed. She visited him in New York. It was more than her being her typically nice self, he was sure of it.
When he came back to Stars Hollow, he made a decision. A new start. He was through being the third wheel (truthfully, he wasn't even that). He'd act. He had to. Either with Dean or with Rory, he wasn't sure, right up until the moment when he saw her, dressed for Sookie's wedding, and the world came crashing down all around him as she kissed him. He didn't have to prove his weakness or act, after all.