Ron smirked. "It is Seamus you're talking about here. You know that he spends most of his time blowing shite up in his face."
Ron listened to Dean's explanations, a bit surprised that he actually sort of understood where Ron was coming from. Well, a little anyways. He shrugged as well, drinking his larger, not really sure how to respond to all that. "I dunno, mate, but to be honest, I don't really care either. I'm not worried about what they think of me and if they want to help me. I don't want their help. No one is going to be able to help me through something like this."
Ron's voice dropped to almost a whisper when he said, "I'm not sure there is any getting through this.