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"Ah, 'm sorry," Seamus said, looking genuinely contrite. He hadn't meant to attack Dean while he was eating - though it looked like Dean had managed well enough. "Maybe I should interrupt the last minute panic. "It's not as if you really need it or like it helps in any way. I'd be doing you a favour." He glanced around the bedroom, wondering if his robes were still here or if his mam had sent them to Finnigan's with him. He'd have to ask her. Or he could use a summoning charm. Either way, he could put it off for a few days. "Are you trying to show me up with your fashionable modern robes, Thomas?" he teased. "Maybe I should show up in my worst ripped jeans and faded t-shirt. I can be your groupie." He was pretty sure artists didn't have groupies, but it was the word which best fit the image in his head.

Seamus shook his head and attempted to look grave. "No can do. It's a serious part of my best-friend duties to make sure all romantic partners know just how huge of an idiot you are. If they can't deal with it, they're not worth your time." He was only kidding - well, about the first part anyway. Anyone who was turned off by amusing anecdotes of teenage Dean really wasn't worth making an effort for. "But maybe I'll be really nice and save it for after the show. Just so you're not so stressed. And to make sure you don't hit me." He finished his chocolate frog and floated the soup bowls away to wait by the door. Stretching out and folding his arms under his head, he glanced over at Dean and said, in a more serious tone, "What do you reckon? Think she can cope with the full Seamus-and-Dean experience?" They'd both had problems before with partners thinking they were too close, being jealous or suspicious that there was more going on. Much as he hated it, Seamus had tried to moderate his behaviour when Dean was in a relationship - he just needed to know how much...

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