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Seamus Finnigan ([info]openbottle) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-05-29 13:08:00

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Entry tags:character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan, status: complete

Come upstairs...
Who: Seamus and Dean
What: Tipsy Seamus wants to have dinner with his best mate
Where: Finnigan's / Seamus's Flat
When: Friday 29th May, evening
Rating: SFW for now. There might be language later.

Seamus couldn't put his finger on what was wrong. Victis Honor Day was over, he was healthy (on his mam's orders, he'd even been to a Healer to make sure), the pub was running smoothly. For all that, though, something was definitely off with Seamus's world. It was like he'd accidentally pissed someone off, but he didn't know who or how.

He tried to ignore it as he worked. He'd taken over The Roost for Friday afternoon, trying out new cocktail recipes. Some were from Marietta's book that he'd borrowed, others were more or less his own invention, albeit inspired by combinations he knew worked. His tastes had matured over the years and he'd somehow gone from hating marzipan and all similar products to grudgingly accepting that he liked them now. He'd discovered that amaretto went really well with fruit juices of all kinds, and was experimenting while seated on the floor, bottles spread around him in every direction.

He'd been at it for a few hours and though he wasn't finishing the cocktails he made (unless they were really good), he was starting to feel the effects. When he laughed for five minutes over accidentally making the 'Hawaiian Volcano' upside down (with the red on top of the yellow, instead of vice versa) he decided it was about time he gave up for the night. He stood, the world wobbling around him as the alcohol in his system finally soaked through. It took a lot longer than it should have to tidy everything away, and when he was done he headed downstairs in search of food and Dean.

He had no particular reason to believe Dean would be in the pub, except that he seemed to have been there most nights this week - just hanging out, sketching or people-watching while Seamus worked. A somewhat unstable search eventually turned Dean up at a table in the corner. "Deano!" Seamus didn't know whether to hug Dean or sit down - so he tried to do both, and nearly missed the chair in the process. "Whoops. Hi! I'm hungry."


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[info]openbottle
2015-06-16 11:01 am UTC (link)
Taking full advantage of his now-empty mouth, Seamus pouted pathetically. "Why does my best mate have no faith in me?" he complained. "And he wants me to be hungry!" He took a dramatically aggressive bite of his burger as if to rebel against Dean's wishes, then inhaled too fast and ended up spluttering, hands clapped over his mouth. "Shit," he mumbled, trying to sort himself out and remember how to swallow and breath simultaneously, or else how to do each in the necessary measures taking them by turns. Finally, confident he didn't have burger all over his face or anything equally disgusting, he scowled at Dean. "That was your fault," he declared. "Always making me look like an idiot." Despite the jest in his words, he was blushing pretty hard, an indication that he did actually feel like a bit of a tit.

"I never really got the appeal of ferris wheels," he admitted. "Not for us, anyway. It makes sense for muggles but it doesn't compare to a broom, does it?" He shooed away the beach suggestion with a gesture, though he wasn't sure whether the cushion thing appealed to him. Too much like the disaster that was supposed to be the cuddle party? "Can't repeat myself, you know that." He snorted at the idea of a roundabout. "Those big swings you can fit a whole family on are cool, but I don't know if it'd be too much for Dominic..."

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-17 02:46 pm UTC (link)
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's not that I lack faith in you, doofus. Just I wasn't expecting that. No idea what I was expecting mind, just not that!" Dean slouched slightly, but then remembered that he was meant to be eating and straightened up again. Then Seamus started choking and instead he watched him with eagle eyes to check he wasn't going to actually choke. "But you make it so easy," he joked to the idiot comment, sure that Seamus wasn't going to choke.

Having taken another bite of his burger Dean made a noise which could have been interpreted as anything, along with an accompanying hand gesture, then held a finger up to indicate he actually wanted to speak. Once had finished chewing he spoke up again. "I was just pulling ideas ou-off the top of my head." He peeled up the corner of his burger and poked a chip into the ketchup before eating it. The general lassitude of Seamus' tipsiness was effecting him without the need to drink a drop of alcohol. "I'm sure whatever you decide on with it will be great."

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-19 09:35 am UTC (link)
Still scarlet, Seamus stuck his tongue out. "Known you too long. It's too late for me to be saved now. I'll always be prone to idiot." He tried to sigh, but he was smiling. Mostly, he liked making people laugh and smile - he just prepared to do it on purpose, rather than accidentally choking on food. "Of course it'll be fun," he added, returning the conversation to its abandoned track. "I'll make you a wicked sundae with chocolate sauce and nuts and rainbow sprinkles and little sugar shamrocks." Seamus made a mental note to find little sugar shamrocks. Maybe Melinda could help out.

Seamus bestowed a lazy grin on Dean when he (eventually) conceded that whatever Seamus did would be fantastic. "Dominic probably has ideas too," he said. "He's always collecting pictures and scribbling things down and testing them out in that workroom of his. Maybe something he already wants to work on will fit." Nothing made Dominic happier than an excuse to work on a long-cherished idea - and Seamus did love making his friends happy.

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-19 02:00 pm UTC (link)
"Good thing familiarity didn't breed contempt in our case then, ain't it?!" he joked. "Besides, you don't want to be saved," he said. The instinct to say 'you love me too much' made his stomach squirm, and he skipped it. "Mmm," Dean said. "You know how to spoil me!" he said, nudging Seamus with a grin.

Dean couldn't help but give a slow smile right back. It was the sort of smile that had been giving him an uncomfortable round of butterflies in his stomach of late, or whatever the magical equivalent of that was. "Ah, yes, let the creative people do the creative shit!" he teased. Seamus' creativity was just fine but if he had to actually draw or create something himself it... well it was best he left it to Dean and Dominic. Seamus had his own strengths. Making Dean smile among them.

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-23 08:29 am UTC (link)
"Can you imagine?" Seamus asked, face falling comically. If spending too much time with Dean made him fed up - or made Dean fed up... their lives would be very different. And not in a good way. He took another, less dangerously enormous, bite of burger and then tried to shift so he could lean into Dean without dislodging either of their food or drinks. He couldn't actually get quite close enough, but if Dean shimmied over a little as well they could bump companionably against one another. "And that is the upside of knowing you for so long," he said, grinning in triumph. "I know that you want mint ice cream and dark chocolate sauce and nuts. And I know you don't really want rainbow sprinkles because they spoil the look but you won't complain about them."

Seamus was still thinking about possible themes for the party, but it was all in soft-focus in his brain. There was no pressure - either he'd come up with something, or Dominic would, or... well, it would all work out somehow. Seamus was more concerned with his burger and Dean and the pleasant sense of dizziness whenever he moved his head too fast. "I don't know how you feel about little sugar shamrocks, though," he said, continuing long past the point most people would have stopped. "They're the right colour. And they'll remind you of me. And it's my birthday! But you probably think they're tacky or something."

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-23 11:17 pm UTC (link)
"Fuck it'd be horrible," Dean said, the very thought making him feel faintly sick, joke or not. He smiled as Seamus shuffled himself closer, and he was a sucker and couldn't resist so he shifted a little in the opposite direction until they were touching all down the one side, knees and calves in particular knocking together. "Oh, I dunno, I'm all for a rainbow sprinkle, even if it doesn't match," he said, starting to crave the exact ice cream Seamus had described, sprinkles and all. "Totally right about the rest though," he said.

He had gone back to eating his burger, pausing to sip large gulps of his lemonade. Luckily he was only chewing when Seamus jumped back to the previous topic and he frowned indulgently. "Tiny sugar shamrocks will go better than the rainbow sprinkles, but I'll happily eat both. Plus it's your party, feel free to do whatever you like," he said, nudging Seamus' foot to show he really did sort of want to anyway, tacky or not. "Plus, it's your birthday, ridiculous moments from my brain aside I'll do whatever you like!"

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-01 03:12 pm UTC (link)
The close contact helped fend off any dark thoughts about an alternate universe where they couldn't be them the way they were, and Seamus leaned into the touch. "No contempt here," he said, hooking his ankle around Dean's briefly. He hummed to himself, thinking about rainbow sprinkles and other ice cream accessories. "Maybe I should put rainbow sprinkles in all the drinks for Pride," he suggested. "Or... d'you think they'd melt? Maybe something... for the glasses. Rainbow glasses, rainbow ribbon?" Truth be told, he was more talking aloud in Dean's proximity than actually talking to Dean.

He was still, somehow, paying enough attention to Dean's words to raise an eyebrow. "Anything I like, sure?" he asked. "Even..." He couldn't really think of anything he wanted that Dean would object to giving him. Seamus was always, always careful not to include anything in his birthday that would trigger Dean. It hadn't always worked, at the beginning, but now he'd sort of got the hang of it. "I don't know. Climb a mountain, tame a lion, run a marathon?"

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-02 03:21 pm UTC (link)
Dean suppressed a smile when Seamus hooked their feet together. Stupid skipping heart. It wasn't that unusual an action as such, but he'd been more than a little cautious since he'd realised his feelings, and it was mostly because of reactions like this. The ridiculous swelling feeling in his chest. While he listened to Seamus prattle about sprinkles and rainbows and Pride he munched his way through some more of his food, washing it down with a gulp of lemonade. "Any or all of that?" he said, with a bit of shrug. He honestly wasn't too fussed what Seamus did, so long as he did something, and that seemed like it was going to be guaranteed.

With a groan when he realised that he'd given Seamus an opening and really Seamus didn't even need one most of the time. And tipsy he basically needed the mildest provocation to be ridiculous. He turned his head slowly and looked over. "You know, I'd be worried if I actually thought you had any intention of doing any one of those things," he said, his 'cold' stare morphing into an amused smile mid-sentence. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He itched absently at his eyebrow and shrugged. "I mean, sure we could do those things but I don't know that any of them would be fun, and ice cream sounds like a much better plan."

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-06 12:15 pm UTC (link)
Seamus filled his thoughts on rainbows and pride away for another time - he still had ages, and Dominic would be more help than Dean when it came to these particular ramblings. "Sometimes, I wonder if there are any straight people left," Seamus said, the comment coming more or less out of nowhere. He'd been thinking about Dominic and Dean, and then it had spread more generally to Justin and Susan and Ernie. They really did have quite a few LGBTQ+ friends. "Ginny's holding down the fort, anyway." He grinned at Dean, knowing he was being ridiculous and enjoying every minute of it.

Though he wasn't really done with his burger, Seamus was starting to feel full. He did have quite a lot of liquid sloshing around in his stomach, taking up space he should have used for food. He pushed his plate away, reaching for the chips instead. "We could always combine them with ice cream," he pointed out, stifling a chuckle - then giving in to the mirth as he imagined Dean trying to tame a lion with an elaborate multi-scoop ice-cream cone in one hand.

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-06 06:28 pm UTC (link)
Dean snorted with amusement. "I don't know, probably. I just think all the not-straight ones sort of clump together. Or at least we seem to have done that," he said with a careless shrug. He'd thought about it before, of course he had, but mostly it didn't actually matter aside from when he poked Seamus about putting up a rainbow flag somewhere. And that was mostly a joke.

Yep, definitely drunk Dean mused, finishing off his burger. He rolled his eyes at Seamus again. Dean wasn't sure exactly what set Seamus' laughter off, but if it was the mental image of any of those combinations he could understand it and chuckled slightly himself. "Not sure that's a good plan," he said. "I mean the sugar would come in sort of useful for the mountain climbing or marathon, but I think you're just inviting a lion to bite your hand off," he said after a moment of quiet consideration.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-08 08:14 am UTC (link)
"Let's hope there are, or we're going to be the last generation," Seamus teased, smiling until his mind caught up with his own words and he started to frown. "That's ridiculous. You and Dominic can still have kids, and Susan." He paused, giggled, then started to laugh at his own mental image. He waved a hand as if to try to cancel the previous sentence. "Not all together!" He didn't know why his mind had darted down this particular track, but now he was trying to imagine a child that looked simultaneously like Dean, Dominic and Susan - and was cracking up at himself.

"'m drunk," he decided, leaning against Dean and continuing to laugh into his shoulder. He tried to let the giggles die down a bit, but then Dean started talking about lions and ice cream and Seamus started all over again. "Do lions-" He paused for breath, sucking in air and trying to form the words coherently. "Do lions even like ice cream?" He laughed again, his eyes almost watering now. "M-meat flavour ice cream?"

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-08 03:52 pm UTC (link)
"Shit, you make a good point," he muttered. "Oh, Ron and Hermione, I'm fairly sure they'll have kids at some point!" he said brightly. He wasn't sure when, but he thought it was likely to be somewhere in their future. Then of course Seamus managed to ruin his vague mental image of a child with curly-frizzy red hair with his own rambling thoughts. He ground to a halt and grimaced. "Oh, Merlin no," he said grimacing, and of course it was basically like Seamus was laughing at his pain, amusing though the idea was. Dominic and Susan were both attractive people but wasn't interested in either of them, never mind both. He chuckled a little along with Seamus after a few seconds though, more because Seamus was amused than he was amused himself.

"Yes you are," Dean said, unable to suppress a smile as Seamus almost slumped against him. He was going to say something about a lion's possible thoughts on ice cream but he didn't really have chance before Seamus started laughing in again, harder this time. He snorted a little and ruffled Seamus' hair. He didn't have the benefit of alcohol to make him laugh so hard. "Yes, probably meat flavour ice cream," he said solemnly, little chuckles shifting his body even though Seamus was still leaning on him. It did, unfortunately mean if he leant forward to try and get the rest of his chips Seamus would probably fall sideways into the sofa behind him so he resisted the urge, even though he wanted them before they went cold, he wanted to slump sideways rather less.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-09 02:01 pm UTC (link)
Even drunk, Seamus could tell Dean wasn't as amused as he was - and he made an aborted, gesture-filled start on explaining everything that was going on in his head before giving it up as a bad job. "You need to be inside my head right now," he said, coughing slightly as his laughter died down. He patted Dean affectionately as he righted himself, leaning back against the sofa and closing his eyes. "Godric, I love being drunk sometimes," he declared. He really didn't do it all that often - mostly for events like his or Dean's birthday, St Patrick's day and Pride. "We should get people together for a, you know." He made another encompassing gesture. "Grab a section of the pub and just spend time together. You, me, Harry, Ron, Neville, the Hufflepuffs." It had been a while since they'd socialised as a group, and Seamus this evening found himself missing it.

"Not another dinner party," he added. He was grateful, obviously, for nights when his friends made the effort to cook and invite people into their homes, but it just wasn't the same. "Too grown up. I don't wanna be grown up." Perhaps his upcoming birthday was weighing on his mind. He was going to be 25, and he'd made a pretty decent showing - not all 25-year-olds ran their own pub. "Miss being a kid," he said with a sigh. "Remember when we played Murder in the Dark with all my cousins? That was a great holiday."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-09 06:22 pm UTC (link)
Dean looked suspiciously at Seamus. "I'm really not sure I want that, even if it might explain what's so hilarious," he said. He took the opportunity of Seamus leaning away again to lean forward and grab the plate with his remaining chips on it so he could eat them while they talked. "Yeah, it can be fun," he agreed. He didn't like the loss of control very often, but he definitely enjoyed drinking when he felt safe. With one thing and another he hadn't really been that drunk since his birthday, but he really didn't mind. "That could actually be good," he said after a second or two. With that sort of guest list he'd even happily get drunk himself, although he'd probably have to stay with Seamus because getting to his flat while drunk was always a bloody tricky prospect.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I mean we can still have food but I definitely don't feel like a grown up most of the time, might as well play with that," he said. He sighed too, sometimes the responsibilities which came with being a grown up were more than he wanted to deal with. "That was a good holiday. Not sure I'd want to do Murder in the Dark any more, but we could play stupid children's games. The alcohol can only improved them. And besides, you were always far too good at managing to kill me when you were the murderer!" he complained.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-13 12:29 pm UTC (link)
Seamus smile brightly, eyes still closed. "Could actually be fuckin' brillian'." He added the idea to his ever-changing mental list of things to think about, take care of and generally deal with. "Everyone's so busy... maybe next bank holiday or something." Or the Sunday before a bank holiday, that could work. Thinking of the Hufflepuffs made him think, briefly, of Justin. He was pretty sure the man was still alive and working and around but he did seem to have dropped Seamus like a hot potato which was... kind of painful, in a way Seamus didn't want to preoccupy himself with. He sighed, wondering if their on-off sexual relationship had been worth making group gatherings awkward and strange. Without it, Seamus's sexual experience would be a couple of guys who'd put up with his scar for a night or two before bailing... Much as he tried not to think about it, the thoughts clouded his previously serene expression.

Dean's reminder of the fun they'd had together brought the smile back to his face. "Knew you too well, even then," he said, proud. "Always knew where you were gonna hide." His mind spun away from painful topics to make lazy circles around the topic of children's games. "Wink murder, heads-down/thumbs-up, alibi." He snorted. "Susan would be wicked good at alibi. Wipe the floor with all of us."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-13 03:30 pm UTC (link)
Dean considered and then nodded. "Sure, or at least some point on a Bank Holiday weekend at least," he said. It didn't guarantee that everyone would be free, especially those who worked weekends, but it would probably give them the best chance of getting the most people to attend. He was happily staring into mid-space as he talked, occasionally looking at his plate so he initially missed Seamus' expression change. When he did look across he frowned, not sure quite what had caused that particular shift. He wrapped the arm nearest to Seamus around his friend's shoulders and squeezed for a few seconds before releasing him. He could share if he wanted.

"I know, and it was very annoying," he joked, smiling too. It was annoying when it worked against him in that sort of game, most of the rest of the time it was actually reassuring. He was just thankful Seamus seemed to be missing the little realisation he'd had about his feelings, because there didn't seem to be a way in which that wouldn't be awkward. "Oh, yeah, those all work, although all detective related things should have a Susan-ban, or at least we let her go first, she'll be far too good," he said. "Nothing too much with running though. The booze would make it a disaster," he said. "I mean two truths and a lie works, but Susan would be too good and half of us would know each other too well," he said. There were plenty of other silly games like that they could play though, you know, if you gave them enough time to remember them.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-14 05:03 pm UTC (link)
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."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-15 03:50 pm UTC (link)
Dean had always maintained that he was fine with the arrangement Seamus and Justin had, and he had been mostly, and now he'd managed to work out exactly what his reservation was (unrecognised jealousy). Still, the admission made him stiffen slightly. Hopefully Seamus would attribute it to irritation at Justin, which was admittedly part of the issue when his name was mentioned. "I dunno, dude. I've not seen him around either. I mean, we were never as close as you guys, well, obviously, but even friendship wise," he shrugged and then swallowed. "I didn't think it was anything you'd done, just that he stopped being around for whatever reason that he never told anyone," he said. He was possibly being more placating than Seamus wanted or needed, but he since he wanted to call him a dickhead and berate him for fucking around with Seamus' feelings it had seemed a slightly safer option.

He sipped his drink and sighed. "Sex is never simple, well never has been in my experience. You're inviting people to do something really intimate with you. Plus it's fucking weird. I mean sure it feels great, but it's odd as hell," he said. Both he and Seamus had additional reasons to find sex a bit confronting but he was fairly sure other people found it odd too.

Seamus' mood hadn't really perked up yet, and Dean could tell, so he shuffled his wand out and aimed a cleaning spell at hand so that he could sift his hand through Seamus' hair. A second or two later he was stroking gently, letting Seamus relax against him as much as he wanted. "We always had a good time. I should let Cat read Beedle the Bard sometime, she was too little, or out or something when we did that with Jess," he said starting to relax slightly more himself. "She's the one that loves stories. And the Disney collection had definitely been hijacked by Jess and Cat by the time you saw it. I wasn't there often enough to defend it even from tiny girls," he said, smiling at the memory of a very insistent Jess and Cat, and their pitiful expressions and threatening to tell Aunt Rose he'd made them cry.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-16 02:31 pm UTC (link)
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."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-16 09:25 pm UTC (link)
"I..." Dean started, and then realised he hadn't got anything to contribute. He didn't know why or where Justin had gone, and he hated that he'd basically shat all over what he and Seamus had, friendship, arrangement and all by disappearing. He waited for Seamus to finish and chewed at his lip a bit before saying anything. "You needed to get it out maybe?" he suggested. "Did you, er, did you want something more with him?" he asked. Of course his internal monologue immediately picked up with Why the hell would you ask that? Do you really want to know the answer to that? And in one sense he really didn't want to know, but in another sense he felt that Seamus maybe either wanted to discuss it or at least wanted his feelings on the topic heard, and who was he to deny his best friend that. Bollocks to that men not showing emotion crap.

Dean laughed, nodding to acknowledge that he wouldn't do the 'voices' Seamus insisted on. "I can do squeaky princess, too you know!" he teased back. When Seamus yawned he, of course, had to stifle a yawn of his own because the things were so damn catching. "I'd say come over to mine but I don't have a copy of Aladdin, and I think I did too much magic in the last few days for the TV to be non-glitchy and fuzzy. We can go visit my parents and spend the afternoon watching Disney sometime, one Sunday or something," he suggested. That actually sounded amazing. He could even probably talk his parents into going out for the afternoon so they could colonise the living room. Jess had been allowed a TV in her room, but she'd taken it with her to Uni so that was no use and Cat hadn't got a TV of her own, having shared Jess' previously.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-20 12:49 pm UTC (link)
"Maybe," Seamus agreed. He really did believe that talking things over with friends helped, or he believed it was supposed to help, one or the other and some days it was hard to tell which. Still, it was a hard rule to apply to his own life. There was always some very very good reason for just locking all the words up inside himself - whether it was that he didn't want to worry people, or because he didn't want to say anything against Justin to Dean who could and should and probably would still be friends with him. "I want something more with someone," Seamus complained, hating how pitiful he sounded. He'd dated a handful of men, had sex with fewer and had never had anyone he could call a boyfriend. As much as he loved his friends, and his job, and the community, he still sometimes felt he was missing out on the great answer to 'what do we live for?'. "But... I don't know. I didn't take the chance when I could have, did I? So either I was scared or I didn't really believe it would work. Or both. Or neither. You know what my head's like - even I don't understand what's going on in there half the time."

Seamus laughed as their minds ran, without prompting, down the same exact track. "Not like I can," he said, smirking. "Dennis still calls me 'princess'. You do a nice old hag, though." He patted Dean's knee, just because it happened to be within reach, then nodded - the motion minimised so as not to dislodge Dean's hand. "That'd be good. You and me and Disney makes three and we can forget all the grown-up stuff for a few hours."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-20 07:34 pm UTC (link)
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.

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