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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean listened to what Seamus was saying, trying not to stare at him intently and thus potentially let on to how invested he was in the topic. The thing was he mostly just wanted Seamus to be happy and clearly he wasn't as happy as he could be. At least not on this topic. He hummed in agreement that there was a want for something with someone. He felt the same himself, feelings for Seamus or not. "I don't know either. I mean I know I can almost read your mind sometimes, but not about this," he said. "Maybe you believed that, maybe you didn't. But, I think the fact relationships deal with two lots of emotions make everything more difficult. I mean, I thought things were going well with Ophelia and then it all went to shit, and she was my longest relationship, so what do I know?" he said with helpless shrug.

"And here was I thinking that was because you're so pretty!" Dean said automatically and then felt his face heat when he realised how his words could have been taken. He would have protested either his own words or Seamus' categorisation as a good at the 'old hag', but the former would be too much of a giveaway and the latter he couldn't exactly deny given how long it had taken him to get the voice right. He did humph slightly in annoyance though. No need to overplay his hand. "It does sound appealing, doesn't it?" he mused. They could close the curtains on the living room to make it darker like a cinema, and make pocpcorn and eat sweets, combine the lack of responsibility with a massive sugar rush curled up together on the sofa.