Seamus had his head tilted slightly to the side when the door opened, his eyes immediately went to Sharlene and he couldn’t help, but smile, probably the most genuine smile he’d had in awhile, as well. He leaned forward and pushed his fist lightly against her cheek, “Well, hello there Sharlene. Looking radiant as usual.” Seamus, looked back up towards Dean and pulled his best friend into a short hug. It felt like that hadn’t seen each other in awhile. Seamus stepped around his best friend and walked in. He placed his coat on the coat rack near the door and leaned down to pat Sharlene; affectionately on the head a bit. He wasn’t sure if Dean wanted to leave immediately or he wanted to discuss his father for a little awhile. He turned around and tried to ask Dean in the best way possible, if he was alright. Like alright; as you just found out who your real father was a few days ago, how are you taking all of that. He wasn’t sure if he had delivered the message - he figured his lack of sleep was messing with his best friend mind powers. So over Sharlene’s head, Seamus tried to miming out the words, ‘Do you want to talk about your new bio-dad’ Sharlene caught him moving his mouth oddly and he made up an excuse about having lockjaw. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t know what that was - especially when he didn’t even know too much about it. He used his hand to push his jaw back into place. “See much better.”
His stomach rumbled interrupting the introductions. “Mate, I’m going to make a sandwich.” He didn’t ever really need to ask, Dean didn’t either whenever he was over at Seamus’ house. He walked ahead into the kitchen and stifled through the fridge. “I moved back home.” Pickles were good. “You know, after I realised it was kind of like we were living together.” He pulled out some meat - a few varieties. “Which, of course freaked me out. I mean friends or not, we only started dating a few weeks ago.” He tried counting, but honestly he had no clue how long they had been dating for. He found the bread and started busying himself spreading out his ingredients onto the two slices, “Did you want one?” He finished making his own and took a large bite, making sure to catch anything that looked like it was about to fall out, into his hand.
“So where about are we starting this flat hunting?”