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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

As far as Seamus was concerned, Friday night with Justin had worked a healer's magic after his uncomfortable week. Nothing actually bad had happened, but as well as seeing less of Dean, he'd seen less of Susan and Dennis too and the paranoid voice in the back of his head kept asking if they were avoiding him. He knew he'd upset Dennis, but he'd thought his friend would understand why he hadn't wanted to go into panic mode in public. As for Susan, she'd taken what he said the wrong way and Seamus felt that was a little bit her fault. He'd been perfectly clear!

Such nagging thoughts and occasional bursts of emotion had plagued him all week, not helped by the fact that - although Hannah and Bryn were doing their best - there was still no full time chef at Finnigan's. He'd sought Justin out hoping for stress relief and been thoroughly satisfied. So, after lounging alone in Justin's bed for half an hour or so, he got up and pulled on his boxers and t-shirt and went looking for his friend.

"There you are," he said, spotting Justin in the kitchen cleaning. He propped himself against the doorway and watched, one eyebrow raised. "Why did you leave me all alone in your bed to clean," he asked, pouting. Something smelled good, though, and Seamus's stomach rumbled. He might have forgotten dinner the night before, possibly, and even if he hadn't he'd certainly worked up an appetite last night. "Is there breakfast?"