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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

From his position on the floor, Seamus nodded. He still tended to get anxious himself before big events at Finnigan's - new clubs or the chess tournament final. He could only assume it was worse for Dean who was baring far more of his soul than Seamus was. "If Parkinson looks disapprovingly at you I'll just have to make a bigger idiot out of myself so she'll be too busy glaring at me. Shouldn't be hard."

He laughed at Dean's protest, already making mental lists of stories he could tell Ophelia that would be funny and a little bit charming and wouldn't upset Dean too much. "At least you know what to expect from me," he added. "It's Jess I'd be worried about. She seemed pretty keen to grill us about Ophelia - imagine how much worse she'll be around Ophelia herself."

Dean's next words gave Seamus a fluttery feeling in his chest - relief? Somehow being given permission not to hold it made doing so easier. It was his choice, now, not Dean's request. And it was always nice to know he was important enough to Dean that he didn't want to throw what they had away, or hide it. He rolled over to his stomach and army-crawled over to Dean before flipping onto his back once more, his head butting up against Dean's hip. He didn't say anything - he didn't really need to. Instead, he levitated over some of his pile of treats and let them rain down over the two of them in a shower of sweets.