Seamus could feel Dean's tension in the set of his shoulders, but there wasn't an awful lot he could do about it except keep his arm around his mate - and not let the conversation linger.
"Talk to Dominic," was the only advice Seamus had on the interior of Susan's flat. "Once you know what you want, he can help. Maybe before you know what you want." He looked around the room, though he knew his own eye for colours and design was basically non-existant. His own flat was a mishmash of things from the old pub, gifts and new generic items of furniture. "Or you could paint the walls white and let Dean do murals."