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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus glanced up, seeing Dean sort the chairs out for him. He did a mental check, making sure everything in his pub was ready to survive without him for a few hours. "Yeah," he agreed eventually. "I'm ready. We can apparate from upstairs." He let Dean lead the way so he'd be less tempted to grab one of the cupcakes that he apparently wasn't allowed to eat.

They walked in silence into his flat - but not their usual companionable silence. It was a silence of not knowing what to say, something that hadn't existed between them for years. Seamus didn't know what to say to break it. Part of him wanted to talk about Justin, about his invitation to go for a massage. Seamus wasn't angry about it, but it had surprised him that Justin could just... forget his scar like that. He knew it should be a good thing - that Justin didn't think of his scar as something that should stop him doing things but he'd also thought that Justin knew him better than that.

But they couldn't talk about Justin, and Seamus didn't want to talk about Ophelia so - "Susan's thinking of moving house," he said. He knew Susan wouldn't him telling Dean, if she hadn't told him already. "Wants me to pose as her boyfriend when she eventually finds somewhere."