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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Relaxing into Seamus' side he snorted. "Probably less than half an hour after I picked her up we were broken up," he said somewhat bitterly. He grabbed one of the truffles and shoved it in his mouth, eating it quickly enough he didn't get much of an impression other than sweetness and chocolate.

"Fuck real food. Girls in films eat stupid amounts of ice cream when they break up with someone. I feel justified, even if it's stupid and I'm the one who brought it up," he said. He'd probably be ravenous for something more substantial by morning but he was happy to eat too much chocolate and cake right now.

He chewed thoughtfully on a second chocolate before continuing. "We were going to the theatre, so I took her to the Italian place," he said. "Apparently she doesn't actually like Italian much, and she mentioned it, I had a random anger spike, way more than it warranted, and she ended up yelling about my mental health to the whole restaurant." The knot in his stomach which had loosened after he'd calmed down again clenched once more. That was the point that had really pissed him off. It wasn't that his PTSD was in any way a secret, but throwing it in his face like that had hurt. He had closed his eyes against the wash of feelings for a few seconds, but they were dulled by his potion, and he opened them again.