Seamus and Susan apparated together, arriving at Dean's studio mere seconds apart. Seamus hadn't even bothered to put on shoes, which was probably a mistake given the amount of paint on the floor of Dean's studio. "Told you he'd be here," Seamus said as soon as he spotted Dean. He hadn't actually needed to tell Susan. They both knew that Dean being late meant a Dean distracted by his work, especially at that time of day.
"Seems like he loves us less than," Seamus said loudly, walking up to Dean's shoulder and peering at the canvass. "Than this charming woman," he finished, not recognising the subject of the piece. He made puppy dog eyes at Dean, pouting out his lower lip. "Did you forget about us?"