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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean hadn't said much at the meeting since between an uneventful week and the fact he'd taken the weekend off in an act of self care he was actually feeling fairly good. The only thing weighing on him was that he hadn't got around to telling Ophelia the details of his PTSD issues yet, but since he had half a plan to do that in the next few days he'd decided he could wait until next week to discuss it. He'd watched a variety of his friends on and off throughout the meeting as he listened to others talk. There was something off about Seamus, although he had no idea what. He hadn't actually shared it. Then again it wasn't like Dean had any inside clues this last few weeks.

He puttered around moving some chairs as people left, making himself useful until Seamus was done. It wasn't like they were in a rush. Plus he needed to go up to the flat and grab the cherry and almond cupcakes he'd stashed there before the meeting started. Thankfully after Seamus had headed downstairs or there was no chance of the dozen all making it to York.

When the last person other than the two of them had finally left he took out his wand to finish the chair-moving job. "You about ready to go?" he asked. "I need to grab the cupcakes I made for Jess from upstairs, but I'm good to go otherwise."