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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean shifted slightly against Susan, snuggling closer. He usually wasn't the one who curled up into others, but it was so good to be cared for when he was feeling so vulnerable. "I know, but it would have taken longer, and that's never good. At least I snapped out of it before I got hit by the car. I don't need physical pain dumping on top of the mental pain," he said, pulling a face.

"I know I'm allowed to forget, but it's still a bit annoying. Usually I'm better at remembering, or think to set a reminder. The show's got me all screwed on the planning for anything but that front." And the Seamus thing too, but he didn't exactly want to talk about that. Maybe with his therapist. He had his monthly appointment coming up anyway.

He continued to stroke Shadow, feeling the calm in him growing as the fear receded. "Yeah, she's great. Pets are a thing they suggest in therapy sometimes, the unconditional love thing, you know? And all sorts of more complicated stuff," he said, waving his hand briefly before going back to his ministrations. "I just honestly don't keep a schedule regular enough to feel good about having a pet. Luna offered when she had some kittens a while back, but you know what I'm like."

Feeling the need to move he shifted slightly and rolled onto his back, head shifting off Susan's chest to lay right at her side as he stared at the ceiling. "I really do appreciate that. I mean this is a once in a while thing now rather than multiple times a week or even day, right?" he said.

"Yeah, let's leave it. We can let him know tomorrow or something." Suddenly he sucked in a huge breath and sighed it out loudly. "Guess this means I can't put off telling Ophelia properly any longer either." He always looked like a special kind of hell the day after even a semi-major flashback attack.