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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus - as was not uncommon - was thinking. "They have, like, friends and family groups for alcoholics and that, don't they?" he mused, the question not really requiring an answer. "Why don't we have that?" It had never occurred to him before, but maybe it was worth looking into. It could even be useful for people like Dominic who refused to come to Battlescars because they hadn't been in the battle. And maybe if there'd been something like that, and they'd been able to convince Ophelia to come, she'd have been a little more sensitive... It was still something a lot of their generation - and the generations above and below - had to deal with.

He left the question of Dean's love life for the time being. He'd known it wasn't really going to help. Though Seamus privately though Ginny and Dean might work together better now they'd both lived through the war than they had before. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. "Mmm, probably something to do with wanting to keep your figure," he teased, poking Dean's stomach as he curled up around him once more. He didn't really go for Dean's starfish method, feeling more like a limpet clinging to any bit of Dean he could get. He did move to reach for the cake, though, trapping the waggling fork with his teeth and swallowing the cake down with a satisfied hum. "Or maybe mine. You know what's yours is mine, when it comes to food." And vice versa, of course.