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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus slumped into the contact with a drawn out sigh. "Just thinking about Justin," he informed Dean. He'd never gotten into the habit of keeping secrets from his best mate. He didn't spill every thought that went through his head, but since Dean already knew about Justin it didn't seem worth the effort of hiding it. "Wondering how I fucked that one up. Whether he'd show up if we invited him, just how awkward that's likely to be, you know." Seamus still considered them friends - he thought - but he couldn't deny that there was a sting of rejection there that wasn't sitting comfortably. "Why's sex never simple?" He knew why, and it wasn't something he normally made reference to, preferring to complain in generic terms about a lack of available attractive men. Justin had probably found someone better. Someone with no scar, and no issues with being more than friends-who-shag.

Normally, Seamus's mind would be working on half a dozen tracks, coming up with games and snacks and an invite list. Tonight, he just didn't feel up to it. Whether it was the drink or his low mood he wasn't sure - but either way, it would wait. "I liked when we went to yours, too," he said, forgetting about party games and just remembering the good times they'd shared. "I liked reading you and Jess The Tales of Beedle the Bard for the first time. And you showing me your Disney collection."