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"Oof," Seamus vocalised as his pillow was rudely yanked away. Still, he tucked himself readily into Dean's side, hiding a yawn against his shirt. He'd been up early (for him) and though Dominic had done most of the work on the room, he'd helped. He opened his mouth and looked up at Dean, obviously hoping for a bite of cookie of his own.
He wrapped his arm around Dean's waist but made no attempt to stop the swaying. It was nice, the warm scented air, the music (no longer drowned out by chattering voices). "You're welcome. Was a good one. Not looking forward to topping it next year." That was a lie - of course he was looking forward to it. "The stairs are going to be interesting," he observed.