Their meal done, Seamus washed it down with the last of his lager and topped it off with a satisfying burp that would've had his mother swatting him for it. Looking over at Dean, his smile only sparked one of Seamus's own. "I'm glad. I thought you might like a good home-cooked meal. And by 'home-cooked' I mean cooked by someone else." Seamus was no fool. He knew not to go near the stove if he ever wanted his deposit back one day.
Seamus was pulled out of his thoughts by Dean's reminder and suddenly Seamus's nerves were back. "Oh. Right. Yeah, I'll just..." Seamus rose and headed for his bedroom, sentence trailing off behind him. He knew exactly where it was, but as soon as he was in his room, Seamus sat down heavily on his bed and took a moment to collect him self before digging Dean's gift out from wear it was wedged beneath the mattress.