"Me too," Seamus said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice despite his smile. The way Justin had worded it had reminded him of something Susan had once said - that Justin had deliberately changed his shifts to see Seamus more often. He'd been positive at the time that it wasn't true. Now, though? He shook his head a little to clear it. Why should it matter? He liked spending more time with Justin, whether it was deliberate or a fortunate by-product should make no difference.
He frowned as he tried to remember whether they had seen any of Paris. "I think we just got the Eurostar and went straight to Disney," he said. "I don't remember seeing anything else. It was sort of grey and rainy and I think we just wanted to get to Portugal where there might be some sun. Probably a good thing, the four of us on a lads' holiday wouldn't have appreciated it." Now, though, Seamus was thinking he really ought to go sometime...
"Have you been to Susan's pool, yet?" Seamus asked. He appreciated Justin's offer, but if the beach were 'mostly' connected to beach houses then there was still a chance of being spotted - and by muggles, for whom there was really no explanation for the scar. He paused to finish a mouthful of pizza and then shrugged. "Pools are generally easier than beaches." But even with a pool, what if Justin's relatives were there?