Dean made a face, the extra two or three years still didn't help. "And that really doesn't make it any better," he responded, shuddering theatrically. "The idea of it still makes me feel like a pervert. They're younger than Jess!" He snorted at Seamus' assessment of the guys, at fifteen he'd been far more wrapped up in the possibility of girls than of guys.
"Yeah?" What he thought next was That's great! but what came out was. "That's good. Encouraging, even if you have to get messages passed on." He stopped talking because he felt like he was forcing himself to be jollier than he should be and he couldn't figure out why. "That sucks, the Justin thing I mean. I know it wasn't quite a thing, but, you know, it was fun and stuff. Plus I'm less likely to walk in on you wanking when you're getting some, which I appreciate," he said, grinning and winking. It didn't happen often as such, just enough that it was definitely a running joke of sorts.