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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Re: Seamus and Susan-and-or-Dean
"But never when I'm awake to stop you," Seamus pointed out. He didn't feel like he was going to be sick any more, though he still felt both humiliated and furious with himself for acting so stupidly. He didn't bother to protest that he'd be intending to come through to the bedroom - he just let Dean pull him steadily in that direction.

And when Dean ordered him to sit against the headboard, he did. Letting Dean make the decisions for him was easier than trying to work out logistics in his own mind. It wasn't so easy to 'get comfy', though. For a start, Dean had the only pillow. For another, Seamus couldn't find a position that didn't feel unnatural. He started with his left leg tucked under him, his right leg bent so he could almost rest his chin on it. Then he crossed both legs and slumped forwards - but that made his t-shirt ride up and expose his back so he quickly shuffled to lie on the bed. That put his neck at an unpleasant angle, with no pillows.

With a frustrated huff, he got up and started over - this time fitting himself into the corner where Dean's side of the bed - the side of the bed Dean usually slept on, when they shared - met the wall. There he could stretch his legs out without feeling too vulnerable, though his expression was miserable when he finally looked up at Dean, waiting patiently until he'd settled. "Sorry."