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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Oh," Seamus said, his face still crumpled in confusion about the whole topic. "I've never heard of it." Not that this was exactly surprising. Most of Seamus's experience with films came via either Dean, Justin or Susan so his knowledge wasn't exactly extensive. He shrugged. "It doesn't sound like you're missing much." Though he liked the action films he had seen, his instinct was to immediately look down on anything Dean couldn't watch.

As Dean continued to talk about the meeting, Seamus made his way over from the counter to wrap his arms around Dean, his chin propped on Dean's shoulder. He didn't say anything for a moment, just savoured the fact that Dean was still around to be hugged, still there to look after Seamus when he was poorly. As badly as Dean's year on the run had affected him - it could have gone much worse. "That's what meetings are for," he said. "So our emotions don't spill out all willy-nilly in front of people who don't get it." Well, that was part of the reason, anyway.

He pulled back, eyes a bit misty, and forced a smile. He was still feeling a bit... all over the place. Whether it was tiredness or pain or just residual feelings from Victis Honor that he hadn't deal with properly. "I'll come up with something," he agreed. He didn't expect Dean to plan his birthday, just to show up and have a good time. "Back to Spain for a weekend away from everything?" It wasn't a serious suggestion, but the idea did appeal. Much as Seamus loved to be the centre of attention on his birthday, right now it was more tempting to isolate. He knew the feeling would pass before long.

On Dean's instructions, he moved back to the sofa, arranging himself in a position he could actually eat in without risking tipping soup over either himself, Dean or the couch. "I think noodles are enough."