Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dean automatically went over and sat next to Seamus, resisting the urge to plaster himself to his side and instead kicked off his shoes and sat with his knees up, arms wrapped around his legs and just touching Seamus' side. "You're not pathetic," he said, resisting very hard the urge to compare his worst meltdowns to Seamus' current state. For one thing he knew from experience that it wasn't helpful, and for another his therapist had told him that sort of thing wasn't helpful too. He flicked his wand at the kitchen, setting tea to make itself. It was never as good by pure magic but he wasn't going to leave Seamus' side right now.
When Susan began to speak he nodded in agreement, but then she was saying things about torture and dead people and he didn't really think that was going to help and he widened his eyes at her, and then frowned. It didn't stop him holding his hand out for a cookie when she tried that method of cheering him up though.