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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean relaxed just a little more at the comforting weight of Seamus' head on his shoulder. The fact Dean was telegraphing his actions so clearly, taking care of him... sometimes he wasn't sure why his friends put up with but when he'd brought it up there had been so many answers that he'd made it into another list for his boxes. Slowly he snaked his arm from between them and around Seamus' side, tugging him slightly closer. He was still feeling a little jumpy but the contact was good.

"I know. It was even a good joke. Man it wouldn't even be the worst idea, it came from a good place it just," he swallowed and tipped his head back to look at the ceiling. "I hate it when my brain does that, the slightly random anger. It was probably partly holdover from the paint base exploding. You know me and explosions don't go together well."

Bringing his head back again Dean looked at the flickering candle flame, and glanced down at Seamus. "Yeah, I'll stay, at least for a while. Braith basically gave me the 'don't come back' look earlier, so it's not like I've got anywhere else pressing to be.