As Dean pulled him closer, Seamus shifted to lean against his chest, his arm sliding around Dean's ribs in return - holding on just a little tighter than his usual loose-limbed sprawl, his fingers all but curling into Dean's t-shirt. "It was a terrible idea," he corrected. "For a start, I know she's over her crush on me but it would be too much like leading her on, or something." He shook his head a little. "New rule - no dating one another's family members. Ever." Not that Seamus had a lot of eligible family members for Dean to date. Graeme was straight, his parents married. There were the cousins, he supposed.
He felt a jagged cut of guilt when Dean mentioned the base exploding. He should have known. Not that it would have helped him avoid the trigger he'd hit, but he might have been more prepared somehow... Seamus hazily recognised that it was an irrational thought and tried to push it away. "Your brain can get randomly angry at me as often as it likes, I'm never going anywhere," he said stubbornly.
He nodded, glad Dean would stay for a while. It'd be good for both of them, hopefully. "Braith is scary," he teased. "You should stay here, be safe."