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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Now that the pain had ebbed, and probably because having Dean around to look after him was reassuring on a deep subconscious level, Seamus was starting to feel drowsy. He continued to hold the mug of tea against his stomach like a hot water bottle, his eyes closed and his breathing slowing.

He wasn't quite asleep when he heard the slight noise of Dean's return, but he didn't open his eyes either. Everything felt a little like a dream, fuzzy around the edges. It was almost pleasant. "Just about," he murmured in response to Dean's comment. He should stay up for food, and then he should sleep. He should, but the temptation to just stop holding on to the tenuous thread of awareness keeping him awake was significant. "There's milk downstairs," he pointed out. "There's al'ays milk downstairs. S'a fucking pub." He was slurring a little, his mouth not quite opening enough to let words out whole.