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Dean watched as Seamus made the tea, it was always a soothing sort of thing to do, polishing off some of the annoyance of the ruined paint base and the fact he'd have to start again tomorrow.

He picked up his tea and held it in his hands for warmth, smelling the fragrant steam. "Did you forget to eat again? I probably have something left at home if you can keep this warm for me. Cake maybe. I slept last night so nothing new..." he pondered, trying to remember what was hanging around in the cake or biscuit boxes.

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