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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"It is!" Seamus insisted, a note of irritation in his voice. Lately it seemed like everyone was intent on challenging his understanding of what he had with Justin. Even, uncomfortably, Justin himself, what with the inviting him to France and whatever that odd moment all those months ago had been. "But you know Susan. She wants to make everything into a big -" He gritted his teeth, looking for a word, and then gave up with a sigh - "thing." Seamus left the pot on the counter - it had only had water in it, and why tidy it away when he was going to need to use it at some point or another? "You and me, me and Justin, you and Ophelia. She's not happy unless she's involving us in some kind of chick-flick." Granted, she'd been right about Ophelia... But she was wrong about Dean and Justin.

Though he was feeling better than he had been, Seamus followed Dean to the couch and squished in next to him. "I'm starting to think I've had the wrong idea about love all along," he admitted, surprising himself with his words. It was something he'd sort of been thinking, yes, and sometimes words came out to Dean more easily than they did even in Seamus's own thoughts. "What if it's not what everyone makes it out to be?" Maybe Valentine's Day was weighing on him more than he'd expected.