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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean had muttered almost soundlessly in mortification when Susan had announced she'd found him painting naked and dropped his head into his hands. It meant he hadn't seen Rose's knee pat coming and he jumped slightly, head rising. He realised she was meaning to comfort him though and he gave a little quirk of a smile. "Thanks. I feel like I should point out it was only because it was an insanely hot day and spells on or too near paintings not under stasis charms are a monumentally bad idea," he said, trying not to look too embarrassed.

"Anyway, er, back where everyone has their clothes on... or, er not, as the case may be," he said, glancing apologetically at Susan. He took a deep breath and ploughed on. "Pushing through that bit, I think they have a point. And also, you know you're allowed to be happy, it's not that you've forgotten, but sometimes the hurt can fade and that's okay." He was looking at Susan, but it was reminding himself any the others too. It was a very hard lesson to learn.