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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Out of habit, Seamus tucked himself under the arm around his shoulders before holding out a hopeful hand for another cookie. When it came to food, they had more or less got wordless communication down pat. Unless Dean wanted to warn him about strange ingredients, though even then a lot could be accomplished with raised eyebrows. "I guess I'm just thinking aloud," he said, since he knew Dean wasn't really that much better at this than he was - Ophelia being the only recent exception to either of their long-held bachelor lifestyles.

"It's not like I'm expecting some fairy tale," he complained. "I just thought... there'd be more, and it would be easier." Of course, that had mostly been before the war really got going. He'd thought that love, like the rest of adult life, would just fall into place. He'd not done too badly on the not-work fronts - though he sometimes wondered if he was going to run this pub forever. Would the customers age along with him? Or would he one day be a doddering old wizard trying to come up with and host events for people just out of school? "I don't know. I feel like Susan sees love everywhere, and I see love nowhere, and there must be some kind of comfortable inbetween where there's at least love somewhere."