Seamus laughed when, almost immediately, he found himself with an armful of Dennis. The kid never seemed to learn that he was tall now. Far too tall for sprawling across Seamus's smaller frame. Not that Seamus minded - especially when Dennis started nuzzling against him like the little lion cub he was. Seamus wrapped his arms around Dennis and leaned back against the couch cushions until he was practically horizontal, with Dennis pinning him to the (cushioned) floor - as promised.
"It's not as if I'm hard to find, cub," Seamus objected. "I literally live here." He scratched the back of Dennis's neck while he rearranged them so Dennis wasn't squashing him quite so much. "How are you?"