That may have been the truth, historically and still now, but underneath the disappointment had been something deeper. Dean's own securities had been his own issue. He hadn't known what he'd been asking Don Juan to do; hadn't actually known how to handle it when it hadn't worked out. He was more disappointed in himself for feeling overwhelmed and unable to fix it.

"I disappointed you too," Dempsey couldn't shoulder all of the responsibility here. Dean wasn't sure what it changed, if anything, and maybe nothing would come of this, maybe nothing should come of it. He took the last drag of the cigarette and snubbed it out. Feeling like he was teetering on the edge of something and he didn't know if he should jump in or back away.