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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean was feeling distinctly unsettled by Seamus' presence. He wanted to simultaneously throw his arms around him and run away and hide to prevent whatever words he was going to say. Just in case they weren't the ones he wanted to hear. The thought Seamus might say he'd wanted Dean to continue hadn't even made the faintest suggestion of crossing his mind. He just wanted his friendship to return to normal.

He opened his mouth to protest when Seamus told him he didn't need to apologise, but deflated the breath he'd taken and shut up, sensing there was maybe more to come. He couldn't quite decide whether to look Seamus in the eye or stare at his feet, and switched a couple of times between the two, but his eyes were mostly drawn to his face. It was emotionally charged as a moment, and even though he found that hard sometimes it was also important.

When Seamus said it had been weird he snorted. "Understatement," he muttered. Then Seamus said they'd figure it out, and frankly right at this moment that was all he wanted. Something released slightly, the tightness in his throat and knot in his stomach that he'd been carrying around with him everywhere since his birthday. Never quite out of mind, never quite forgotten. It didn't go away, but it felt a little easier.

The smile that sneaked onto his face when Seamus got all stubborn was unexpected and he tried to stifle it a bit. Standing here with half eaten toast and his idiot best friend that he loved telling him his own moment of idiocy didn't need forgiving. Merlin alive that felt good. He recognised the stubborn streak, just as he recognised his own stubbornness. And then Seamus made him laugh and the smile stretched unhindered.

He did't know what to say, couldn't quite formulate any words. So instead he crossed the distance between them and wrapped Seamus up in a hug. "Hate it when it's weird," he said, quiet and sincere, spoken mostly into the top of Seamus' head. The hug was brief, he was still not sure he was completely welcome, despite what Seamus said. He knew he was more sensitive to his scars than he ever liked admitting.