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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean's tendency to sleep naked only extended to when he was in his own bed, but he was only wearing boxers and an old tshirt and the warmth of skin was far more comforting than it had been when Ophelia had tried sleeping over. It was familiarity here. "Don't want you to go," he said, curling his free arm over to squeeze up to Seamus more.

"Dunno," he said. "What time is it? Because I'll sleep a minimum of seven hours once I take it, I don't know whether to skip it for tonight." The you're here hung vaguely in the air. He bit his lip and considered Seamus in the fuzzy light before looking back at the generic hotel room art on the opposite wall. It probably didn't matter if they slept in late. It was a holiday after all. All it might mean was that they had to buy breakfast.

He was definitely feeling more relaxed now than when he'd first woken.

"I think it was the bed being hard didn't help," he said, kicking it faintly with a heel. It wasn't all that hard really, but Dean had slowly but surely come around to wanting a soft bed to remind him he wasn't stuck in the place where most of his nightmares had been born when he woke up again.