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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus shrugged slightly. "I mean, that's the thing, isn't it?" he asked, somewhat obtusely. "'Whatever reason'. If it was work or family or whatever, he'd have told us, or be back by now or..." Maybe Seamus was being self-centred, to think it boiled down to something to do with him. "I don't know," he said, unable to untangle his own mess of thoughts, let alone try to explain them to someone else. "I got the feeling he wanted more. To give us a go as something more than friends who have sex. But he never said so - so I never said anything." And now, Seamus sort of felt like he'd lost out on his one chance. Even though, deep down, he knew he just didn't feel that way about Justin - what if that was all there was? He slumped more heavily on Dean's side and shook his head. "Never mind. Don't even know why I brought it up."

Dean's hand in his head was a welcome distraction and Seamus craned into the touch, sighing happily as Dean's fingers bumped against his scalp. "You won't read it right," Seamus teased. "You've got to do all the voices." In truth, Seamus's ability to do accents other than his own was basically non-existant, but he did at least to an admirably squeaky 'princess' voice. He smiled, remembering Dean's sisters in their younger days. "Yours, theirs, all the same really. It was in your house and no one ever objected when I wanted to watch yet another one." He yawned, covering his mouth with one hand. "Wish I had a TV. I could really get behind watching Aladdin right now."