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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"She asked you to move in? You-" Seamus cut himself off, biting the inside of his lip hard. It wasn't his place to tell Dean he couldn't move in with Susan. Weren't they just talking about Dean's independence? He fixed his attention on his knife, slicing the mushrooms into far neater slices than he would normally bother with. A moment later, he took a breath, still not looking at Dean as he leaned against the counter. It wasn't easy to casually ask, "Do you want to move in with her?" Not when all he wanted was to push the idea far far away. He wasn't going to examine why it made him so uncomfortable. It wasn't as if he wasn't welcome at Susan's, or as if Dean would stop coming over just because he had a home with someone else in it to go to... would he? He probably wouldn't come over as much... He wouldn't need to, but that should be a good thing, shouldn't it? He'd still come over just to hang out sometimes, when Seamus invited him.

His throat was suddenly too tight and he headed to the fridge for a bottle of cider, navigating around Dean as he made himself tea. He cracked the top off the bottle against the edge of the counter and took a long swallow. Better. "Don't know why she bothered with you when I already told her." He set to pan-frying the chicken, the cider on the counter by his side. "I'd guess she hasn't been thinking about it much the last few days, but you know she will when she's feeling herself again." He didn't like the waiting, but he knew Susan wouldn't really make him do anything that hurt him.