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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

At first, Seamus thought he was seeing his own anxiety reflected in Dean — and felt bad for not being more supportive. As his friend spoke, though, it became obvious that Dean was uncomfortable with the idea purely for his own reasons. That just made Seamus feel worse, for not thinking about how Dean would feel before running away with his own worries. Once the chicken had been safely transferred to the oven and the mushrooms were browning in butter he moved to stand beside Dean, working an arm around his waist and keeping his eyes carefully diverted from whatever Dean was sketching. "If you put it like that, she'll understand," he said. Susan meddled, but she did want what was best for them both. Maybe Susan could use someone to live with, though... Seamus would ponder that later.

"Not one of her better ideas," he muttered, somewhat darkly. He tried to pull his mind away from thinking about the way Susan's interfering could have gone much worse than it did. It hadn't, so what was the use in worrying? The mushrooms were sizzling and Seamus flicked his wand at a nearby spoon to stir them so he wouldn't have to leave Dean just yet. The contact soothed them both, normally, and he felt like maybe they both needed it tonight. "I don't know the details," he admitted. "But I was here when she and Harry and Lavender were drinking and it didn't look good. Gave her a hug, but then I had to get back to work."