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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus smiled, the expression not altogether convincing. He couldn't bring himself to look at Dean too much, but his usual habit of repressing his curiosity about Dean's in-progress art meant he didn't know where else was safe to look. More than ever he wanted to keep from pissing Dean off, or making him uncomfortable. Dean already put up with far too much and Seamus wanted to minimise the burden as much as possible. "I have cake to eat," he pointed out. He almost repeated the same joke he'd already made, about Dean not getting it back just because he hadn't needed to make it in the first place.

Maybe he should just get back to his cake, and leave Dean in peace - but that felt weird and wrong and awkward too. It wasn't a rule by any means, but they often spent Sundays together because it was the only day Seamus gave himself off every week. If they were trying to fix this thing, avoiding each other forever wasn't going to work. Seamus tucked one hand up into the sleeve of his hoodie, using the other to pull a stray thread from the cuff. "We could - do something," he offered, hesitance obvious. "Go flying, or out for lunch, or... something." Something where it wouldn't be obviously unnatural if they didn't touch too much.