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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus wriggled at the prod from the spurtle, the movement bringing him a little closer still. He'd always loved making Dean laugh, and knowing he could still do that helped him lock away the painful realisations of the morning. He could still be something, do something, for his best friend. Even if it wasn't what he'd thought he could do, it was better than nothing. "Prat who still has a present to give you," he pointed out, pulling his wand from his pocket to summon the last present - unwilling to give up the ground he'd gained in his shift towards Dean. "A present I'm willing to hold hostage." He watched Dean wipe the tears away and shrugged. "S'okay," he said, his shoulder moving in the same way it would if he were nudging Dean. He knew the tears meant Dean liked it, and understood what Seamus had been trying to do. He couldn't really ask for more than that.

"Last one," he said, handing over the hat that would complete Dean's 1920s outfit. He'd considered telling Dean to wait to open it, but in the end couldn't bring himself to pique Dean's curiosity that way.