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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Giving a little grunt that mostly just meant he'd heard Seamus' comment he poked at another of the chocolates for a few seconds before shoving it in his mouth and chewing slowly. He wasn't really ready or willing to examine his thoughts on that particular topic. He remembered what Susan had said about how his usual suggestion might not be the best solution, but frankly it wasn't as if that was the only thing going wrong with their relationship. It wasn't like dwelling on it now was going to be any use at all. "Yeah," he said, but without much conviction. Right now he really wished that reaching for the bottle Seamus had got was in any way a good idea. He'd never got into the habit of using alcohol to fix his problems because of the potion interactions, but there were times it felt terribly tempting.

Dean couldn't help the little snort of a laugh at the image of leprechauns smashing up Ophelia's studio because it was just so ridiculous. "Nah, because that only invites her to wreck my paintings. And I'm not submitting my studio to Susan's warding tricks just to stop that. But on the plus side I somehow doubt Susan's going to be buying any more of her stuff so that's one less person spending ridiculous money with her. And, oh, God," Dean groaned, switching back to the muggle swearing he'd grown up knowing as he often did when particularly emotional. "I really need to make sure Susan doesn't do anything too... auror-y."

He slung an arm over Seamus, just wanting to be comfortable and done with chocolate for now. "Yeah, it's big enough, but it's not really practical to move everything in and out every day. And I don't think I'm going to work on my Spain stuff. That's all happy memories, not whatever this shit will turn out to be." Not happy was a given, but exactly how sad or angry he might be was still a bit up in the air. "I can hang out here, right? Invade the pub kitchen and help out or whatever." He had no doubt that Seamus would be fine with that, but it was helpful for him to speak his plans out loud, it had a calming effect on him. "When I want to paint again I'll apparate right to my studio or take stuff home." He processed a lot of his emotions via painting and he couldn't think that it would be long before he wanted to do something, but so soon afterwards he was just too overwhelmed to try.