Dean gave Seamus a slightly apologetic look right back. He knew if he wanted to he probably could have spent more time with Seamus, despite the fact he was busy with the show prep.
"Bloody useless you are," Jess said with a humph, curling into her coffee slightly grumpily and drinking more. "Depriving me of dirt. I'll wangling it out of you when I'm feeling more awake."
"Finish your coffee, and we can go find somewhere to eat. Unless you booked?" he asked.
"Yeah, and I can work out what's going on with you two," Jess said, pointing a finger between them. "Because you're usually attached like bloody limpets, or at least a good double act, and this is pathetic. And yes, I booked. There's a decent pub that doesn't just cater to the student crowd not far away."
Dean winced. Jess was annoyingly perceptive at times and apparently the coffee was kicking in. This was't a conversation he didn't really want to have. He appealed mutely to Seamus, trying to convey they could sort this between themselves and not drag Jess into it.