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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus shook his head. "There's nothing to wangle. I literally know her name, that she's French and that she makes..." he frowned in an effort of memory, glancing at Dean and feeling yet another stab of guilt that he didn't even know such basic information about someone who was obviously important in Dean's life. "Pottery?" Dean had said something about the oven required, he was pretty sure. He turned back to Jess and shrugged. "I admit to being bloody useless."

His stomach dropped uncomfortably at Jess' next words - but he caught sight of Dean's wince and mute appeal before he could reply, so he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to say there was nothing going on with the two of them, it was just him - with his petty jealousy and tendency - as Susan had put it - to push people whenever he felt defensive. He didn't really want to discuss any of that with Jess or Dean, but he didn't want Jess thinking any of this was Dean's fault - because it wasn't.

He put on a show of pouting. "But I wanted the real student experience," he complained - not seriously, of course. "I never got to do this."