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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Automatically, Seamus's eyes closed as Dean's fingers stroked comfortingly through his hair. The pain was dimming, and the relief of not-hurting felt heavenly. Seamus could almost have gone to sleep like this, but when he opened his eyes again there was still worry etched in the lines of Dean's face. He sat up a little, taking the tea and cupping the mug in both hands. For once, he didn't gulp it down and burn his tongue. Instead he sipped it slowly, the liquid warming and easing the stubborn knot in his stomach.

He tipped his head back against the cushions, holding the mug close to his stomach. "Not going to get worse," he said, stubborn as it was possible to be on no sleep. He still didn't want Dean to go, but it was easier to bear now he wasn't quite so worried anything internal was going to explode.