"I know you are," Seamus said, the details of the raffle having been running through his head most of the night he was definitely aware of who was being raffled, though he didn't yet know what the dates were going to be. "I think it'll be fun. And I'll buy tickets for you, though I can't guarantee I'll win." He smiled again, feeling a little better even if he hadn't addressed the real problem.
He faced Justin, reaching a hand forward to his hip and pulling him close so Seamus could rest his forehead against his shoulder. "Thanks." There was nothing Justin could really do about any of these problems, but the fact that he was there and willing to try to help made Seamus feel a little better.
"Yeah, it was just last night." Seamus didn't mention that he'd predicted the bad dreams, that it had been why he hadn't wanted to come over the night before.