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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I'm you friend, you're not wishing that away," he admonished, returning the semi-hug. "And friends look after each other when they're sick. Especially when their families can't." He didn't protest at Seamus dragging him along to his room, although he could possibly have done without that particular visual in his mind. It was likely going to be a feature of his dreams now, and frankly his mind hadn't needed the prompting. And Seamus was feeling ill, it really wasn't an association he wanted.

Thankfully Seamus had dropped his wrist in order to strip so Dean could look away without making it obvious. As Seamus crawled into bed he looked around to see if there was anything else he needed and summoned a glass of water. Couldn't hurt to have that on hand, so he set it by the bed just in case. "I'm not being creepy and watching you sleep. I'm going to read or draw and do the washing up, and like I said I can go help Dominic." What he wasn't saying was that he didn't want to leave while Seamus still wasn't at his best. He wouldn't stay the night, but he wanted to be around when Seamus surfaced again for his own peace of mind. To know that he really was better. "Plus the bonus of my job is that I can do legitimate work from pretty much anywhere, or even just say the muse isn't talking to me and do nothing for the day," he said. He'd lowered his voice slightly, hoping Seamus would start to drift off again.