When he heard the knock at the door, Seamus bolted to open it - leaving his mam to catch the spoon he'd accidentally sent flying with a quick spell. "Hey," he grinned, pulling Dean into a hug. He'd been almost extra affectionate lately, feeling guilty for the fact that his petty jealousy of Dean's relationship had had him holding back. Besides, if he didn't attach himself to Dean like a limpet, his mam was bound to make comments similar to Jess' and then they'd have to explain again - and Seamus was more afraid of his mam than of Jess.
"Come in," he added, practically hauling Dean over the threshold where, as soon as Seamus had disentangled himself, Aileen rushed in to kiss Dean's cheek and study him. "Paint everywhere, as usual," she said, surveying his hands. For a moment, she looked stern - and then she smiled a sunny smile. "It's been too long, though I understand you were here breaking all my eggs while I was out." Seamus blushed at that, shaking his head and returning to his position by the soup. "This is nearly done, right?" he asked. "We can just grab some bowls and then head upstairs, everything's ready."