"Right... he's getting shagged and it's putting a cramp in us drinking and watching the telly..." Dean rolled his eyes, but he smiled too. He was dead bored, usually, without Seamus around. Painting killed most of the time, but he missed Seamus around, too. The last time he'd tried to go out and have something like a love life had been the night he'd found Drew Summers in that bar and that... well, that really hadn't worked out so well.
"Sounds good to me, though. Let me shower and get this paint off, and we'll head out and do something?"