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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus didn't have to move much to add his other arm to their tangle of limbs - hugging Dean as much as he could when one of them was sitting on a stool and the other was standing. He had to stretch a little to rest his chin on Dean's head but he managed it. "And now you've thought about it," Seamus said, his tone making it obvious that that was final. "And when you tell her, she's not going to mind." He tightened his arms around Dean, wishing he could convince him with mere words that everything was going to be okay.

Dean's words brought back images only too recently preying on Seamus's mind and he shuddered - but didn't let go. Dean was alive. Alive and well and no one was looking to change that, not anymore. "Some people think sleep is a good thing," he pointed out mildly, even though they were both well acquainted with the ways it could be the opposite. "We'll get her up here for a group hug at some point. Round up as many as we can. Turn my flat into the Hufflepuff common room for a night." He smiled at the image of all his friends squishing into his small space together. It was definitely a good idea. "For now, I prescribe Finnigan's Famous Chicken and Mushroom Sauce followed by cuddles on the couch. Sound good?"