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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

At first he wasn't sure that Seamus was going to hug him back and when he did the sense of relief was almost overwhelming. The time at odds with each other had been agonising, and even a simple hug started to heal some more of the wounds. It wasn't long, and frankly right now a long hug would have been awkward, but it was good.

He snorted at the accusation while he unwrapped himself from the hug. Even in his sudden need to wrap himself around Seamus he had managed to keep in mind what was in his hands and kept that wrist and hand away from his friend. "No, I'm not. Waste of perfectly good food if I got it all on your clothes," he said.

His mouth opened to venture something more but he was at a loss as to what to say. Instead he brought his slice of toast to his mouth and took a bite just to give himself something to do. All of a sudden he didn't want Seamus to see what he'd produced in the last week, but the canvases were sort of hard to miss. Particularly because they were so unusual. He knew he'd been letting his raw feelings out in paint, but it would likely be less obvious to Seamus exactly what those were given how abstract his work had turned out.

First he chewed at his toast, then he chewed at his lip. "Want the other piece?" he asked, gesturing to the table where the piece of toast he'd peeled his own from was sat on a clean piece of parchment. It was a pathetic thing to say, and he really should have had more than a single piece of toast to eat, but he had to say something and he didn't really want to delve into discussing the past week or two right now, or probably ever.