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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan wrapped her arms more securely around Dean, her tactile Hufflepuff pleased by his unusually demonstrative cuddling, if not the reason behind it. "I'm glad too," she admitted, hugging him even tighter. "But like you say, it's good that you got yourself away from the cars and people and went somewhere safe."

She nodded, allowing him to vent at her. It was important that he be allowed to get these things off his chest, and she knew that an affirmation was in some cases far better than trying to fix the problem. "I am excited for the show though," Susan replied with a smile. "I had the paintings you wanted wrapped up and put in my vault along with the pieces Ophelia want, you know so they don't get lost in the moving process," she added, hoping it would give him something else to latch onto.

"Well, you're always welcome to come and see her whenever you feel like it," Susan said seriously. "She get's bored during the day and even if I'm not here you can just come over and give her a hug." She paused, smirking for a moment. "Of course the place I'm thinking of buying is actually just across Regent's Park from you, so I might even occasionally take her for walks to come see you on my lunch break." She stroked his hair and nodded in understanding. "That was lovely of Luna, but it's good that you did what you think is best."

Susan grinned at him resolutely. "You're getting better, which is great," she said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "I also appreciate the fact that you're able to do self-care so well these days too," she added. "Which, once again Shadow is always here for you to snuggle if you need her."

"Agreed then," she said, feeling a little bit chuffed that he trusted her enough to not need Seamus with him also. Of course she was fairly certain that Seamus was being weird with Dean but she chose to ignore that. A ghost of a smile crept onto her face. "Oh I don't know, if you were really adverse I could scrounge up a bit of makeup for you? A bit of foundation, some eyeliner, a bit of concealer? Oh and a pair of borrowed heels and maybe a dress and you'd be a new man. Dressed as a woman." She turned to look at him, dropping her face back into neutrality. "But in all honesty, you should only tell her if you feel comfortable."