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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean almost flinched himself when Seamus seemed to move away from him slightly, curl up and protect himself. From Dean. Dean. He hadn't cringed away like that in... probably years. They were still touching though, and that was still some comfort.

"Not golf then," he said, rolling his eyes at Seamus slightly. He examined the hat from all sides and shrugged, completely lacking comprehension of where Seamus had been going with it. He flipped it around to the right direction and slipped it onto his head at a slight angle. Felt a bit weird being the only thing he was wearing, but it fit well enough. "Ohh, I see," he said knowingly. Seamus was usually reluctant to reveal the theme of whatever he'd arranged for Dean's birthday. "I'm sure all will be revealed later then," he said.

He looked up, bewildered as Seamus stood up. He never left so quickly unless there was some desperate part of the planned festivities to finish up, and even then he usually stayed a bit. He couldn't come up with any argument to persuade Seamus to stay though, his mind was blank of all ideas. There was food of course, but why prolong the awkwardness? He nodded faintly and took the hat off again, and putting with his other presents. "Yeah. I... I'll see you later then?" he said, hating that it came out as a question. He wanted to ask Seamus to stay, but he couldn't make the words come out. His face twitched through several distinct expressions: a smile, a frown, a pleading look, and settled on one that mostly felt lost.