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Dean breathed easily as they hugged again, not feeling any need to pull away. Merlin, on his own bad days all he wanted to do was wrap himself up with Seamus and not let go. Susan would do at a push. He squeezed a little harder for a moment, thinking of his last big attack when he hadn't been able to find Seamus.

He snorted. "If I actually do that I'll a. need to drag you in to sit still some more and b. I'd need more red paint!" he joked, stuck his tongue out and apparated away laughing, bag he'd grabbed from the side of the sofa safely in hand.

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