Seamus followed Dean to his feet, standing in front of him and leaning in to wrap his arms around Dean's waist. The hug was less ferocious than the one he'd greeted Dean with, but still lingered a little longer than usual. "Thanks for coming." It was about the closest Seamus ever got to acknowledging the reason behind the early-morning owls and his gratitude that Dean had somehow learned to stop in soon afterwards.
He pulled back, smiling now, and made his way to the door. Dean could apparate from here, but Seamus just needed to go downstairs to his office (which doubled as a storeroom). "Go paint me sunbathing," he suggested. "Maybe it'll rub off and warm me up."