Seamus watched his two friends retire to the sofa, his eyebrows drawn together. Did Dean just...? He shook his head and tried to ignore the way his cheeks suddenly felt warm. He puttered around for a few moments, refreshing glasses and setting the plates to washing before he felt Susan's eyes on him.
"Alright, yes, I'm coming." He grabbed the brownies and handed them to Susan, then fitted himself into the space on Dean's other side, leaning against the armrest with his bare feet curled up and pressing into Dean's leg. He munched on another cookie while he surveyed his friends. Satisfied that everyone was happy and comfortable he tipped his head back against the cushions and closed his eyes.