Dean smiled a little. He wouldn't mind seeing Clara. He had to see if she was different, the same, anything. He looked down at his hand, smile widening a little bit. "That would be nice."
He followed Seamus through the flat, smiling as he did. "Yeah. It's really nice." He looked around the office. "Blimey. A closet, really?"
He paused for a moment at Seamus' words, eyebrow arching a little. "Are you giving it up?" He peered at him curiously for a moment. "Oh." He glanced down. "Are you going to live with..." He gestured vaguely, not really in the mood to say her name right now. "I guess that makes sense."