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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Eh, I hadn't either," he said with a shrug. He still didn't understand the appeal either. "Not like I'm going to risk it," he said. If Jess had already warned him off he wasn't going to bother. She was a little less dedicated to ensuring his comfort than his friends were, at least by way of films and television.

When Seamus came up and wrapped arms around him a slight tightness in his frame relaxed. It had been brought about by talking about the meeting. He hung onto Seamus and breathed deeply, relaxing into it. And this was why he couldn't risk their friendship on his feelings. He never felt quite like this with anyone else, not this relaxed, not this comfortable. "Doesn't always make it easy," he mumbled. As they drew apart a little, not yet letting go Dean smiled faintly. "No matter how much therapy I have the whole big breakdown thing is never really easy in the aftermath." He was still being quiet, it wasn't all that far past after all.

The idea of going to Spain again hit Dean sort of like a brick wall. As much as he wanted exactly that sort of thing with Seamus he also knew how they'd ended up sharing a bed all week. Apart from that little incident of him sleeping in a strange bed upsetting his sleeping pattern it was honestly one of the most relaxing times he'd had in a good while. "Not the worst idea," he said, voice catching slightly. He sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly. "But I think something with everyone is a better plan. You've got plenty of time to think of something though."

Dean nodded in acknowledgement that Seamus couldn't see and brought the bowls over, sliding into the space next to Seamus after handing over one of the bowls. "This shouldn't irritate your stomach even if you're feeling a bit off."