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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus gave a low groan at the idea of coming out again. It had been bad enough the first time. Though, ironically, it had been Dean he was most worried about after his own family. Not because he had thought Dean was at all likely to be prejudiced but just because... as close as they were, and as much at people at school had teased them about being inseparable... It could have made Dean uncomfortable, and Seamus didn't want to think about what their lives would be like now if they couldn't do this, couldn't touch, couldn't fall asleep together without feeling awkward. If Dean had wanted him to keep a respectable distance... "I'm one hundred percent positive that it's blokes for me, as little as it seems to matter lately." It had been, he was pretty sure, over a year since he'd done more than snog anyone.

"Course I'm staying, Deano." Seamus kicked his own shoes off and curled his legs up on the couch beside him. He was pretty much cuddled up against Dean's side now, but it wasn't as if it was unusual for them. "There's no getting rid of me now."

A tension he didn't realise he'd been holding in his shoulders and back eased when Dean tried (and didn't quite succeed) not to laugh. It was always good to hear him happy. He laughed along with him, trying to imagine Braith breaking into the flat and finding them like this. "Oh, yes, very scary I look right now..." He pouted, glancing at his feet. "There's a hole in my sock and everything."