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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

It was the mention of alcohol being tempting that tipped Seamus off to Dean's state of mind - even before the slammed fridge door. It wasn't as if his potions were new, so it was definitely the situation that was tempting him. Seamus crossed his arms across his chest as he watched, his own smile fading the more signs Dean showed of stress affecting him.

"You're welcome at the pub for lunch whenever you want," he said, keeping his own voice even. The last thing he wanted to do right now was trigger Dean's anger. It might help him in the moment to shout at someone, and Seamus didn't really mind taking it when he knew it wasn't his fault, but Dean would only feel bad about it after he'd cooled down - and he probably didn't need reminding about the effects of PTSD on his life and relationships, either. "Or for any reason."

Seamus paused to consider his words for a beat longer than he usually would before he added, "You'd only be putting off encounters, though. They're going to keep happening unless one of you leaves the studio, and the more they happen the quicker they'll stop bothering you." Seamus knew that sometimes talking sense to someone who was emotional was not helpful, and if it seemed that way now he'd back off - but he had to at least try.

"You want to go for a fly?" he asked, completely on a whim. It had been a long time since they'd flown together, but maybe something active would help. Seamus would have suggested duelling, but his experience with Susan had reminded him that duelling with someone both angrier and more powerful than you was sure to end badly. "We can put warming charms on the food."