"Don't listen to him, Mac. You keep goin'. Good dog." Despite having never actually met the dog in person, Seamus tended to talk about animals in his letters quite a bit, and Dean felt settled in already.
"Hi," He told his contorted friend, and he smacked a kiss to Seamus' forehead to match the wet spot he'd left on his own, then pushed himself up and over the back of the sofa, long legs landing feet into the cushion next to Seamus before he sat himself down beside him. "Some welcome back you give me, attacking me in the hallway and all. I see how much I was missed."