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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus looked kind of like Dean felt after a week of insomnia and a nap on the studio sofa, so not that great and like he was moving through treacle. "Well I'm going to take pain free as a massive bonus," he said, smiling slightly.

The indecision and decidedly urgent nature of Seamus' 'need to pee' squirming had Dean rolling his eyes. "Works for me," he said, putting his book down properly and moving over to the kitchen, wand coming out to speed up bringing the broth back to the boil before he dumped in the noodles. "I changed your sheets if you want to sleep some more after you've eaten," he called through the door. The sofa wasn't terrible to sleep on but Seamus' bed was honestly far more comfortable and not exactly far away.

He leaned against the counter while he waited for Seamus to reappear, debating the merits of making himself even more tea. He'd already had a second cup while Seamus was asleep, this time with milk from the kitchens. Given that he was planning to have some soup himself it might not be the best plan ever.