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Seamus nodded, still braced over the sink, and was about to start counting breaths when Susan followed Dean into the small room. He looked up at her words. "He left? Shit." His fingers tightened on the sink, knuckles straining at the skin with the force of his grip. He was still furious - at Dennis? at himself? - but he hadn't wanted to upset him. His stomach lurched and he sucked in a breath - one, two, three, four - and let it out again slowly.
'Scars are sexy,' Dennis's voice in his head reminded him, a far sharper taunt than Dennis's actual words had been. Yeah, scars were really bloody sexy when they landed you in a bathroom with your two best mates trying not to throw up. He counted four in and four out again, but it didn't give him any inspiration as to what he was supposed to do now. His voice was flat and humourless as he attempted to joke, "So. Dennis knows about..." He glanced down, as if they could all see the scar burning through his t-shirt and jeans. Sometimes it felt like they probably could.