"Did you?" Seamus asked, trying to remember if he'd been there for Dean reminding Susan of his independence. He didn't think so, but possibly he'd been a little too relaxed to give his full attention to everything. "Was she badgering you about eating habits?" He smirked at his own pun - though it was hardly new - before giving Dean once last squeeze and finally moving away.
He got out the ingredients for his chicken with mushroom sauce, just like his mam had taught him and set them on the counter. "Ahh, yes," he agreed. "I'll never forget the time Susan sat me down for a lecture that ended with 'Seamus, you love him' and was utterly flummoxed when I said 'yes'." He grinned. It was one of few times he felt he'd truly had the upper hand. Because of course he loved Dean, it was just that that didn't have to mean what their friends thought it did. "Speaking of driving people crazy... Susan won the bet. Has she told you what payment she's planning to collect from me?"