Dean inhaled deeply, making sure to look at Seamus and see his friend, remind himself of their connection and not the joke that had misfired in his head. Slowly letting out the breath again after a few seconds he nodded, shifting a couple of stray items onto the top of the box so Seamus could sit.
"Yeah, there's room," his smile not quite easy but certainly more relaxed. He wanted the comfort of touch now, the warmth of a friend. It was a touchstone all of its own.