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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I know, I know," Dean said, not quite dismissing Seamus' comment but clearly considering it far from his point. "But I didn't think about it, even though I'd already run into her getting coffee," he said, moving into the living area so he could pace in front of the sofa. "It wasn't so bad in the last couple of weeks then I had these new fucking nightmares and just the sight of her drives me fucking crazy!" He threw his hands in the air in frustration.

"I mean it's not your fault, her fault, or even mine in any way I can damn well control, but there she is, in my fucking dreams screaming about my PTSD to the whole of Diagon fucking Alley," Dean ranted, pacing up and down, gesturing emphatically. "You know, because more nightmare variations and more words that are haunting me are exactly what I need," he said. He sat down heavily on the sofa and groaned as he rather deflated.

Then Seamus suggested flying and suddenly it seemed like the best idea in the world. Get him out of his head and he trusted Seamus to not trail him in a way that would make him twitchy when he was already on edge. "Let me get my broom," he said decisively, pushing up again, crossing to squeeze Seamus into a brief but incredibly tight hug.