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Seamus Finnigan (firewaterburn) wrote in pandorarpg,

Seamus let Lavender guide the way to somewhere a bit more private and sat at the table nestled away in the back. As Lavender aired her grievances, Seamus thought he might finally be getting an inkling of what she meant, but only barely. Because surely she had to realize that she wasn't the only one having these nightmares? Wasn't the only one desperate for relief from the recent upheaval in everyone's lives?

Instead Seamus said, "You're not going to die, Lav." His voice was steady with conviction. "There's no way some tart with a box is going to off you, not after surviving so much." Trying not to let her tears unnerve him, Seamus grabbed a napkin and offered it to her as he added softly, "I'm trying to see where you're coming from, Lav. I asked you why you thought - why you think what you do. Explain it to me." He couldn't understand why Lavender couldn't just do that. Hell, Seamus knew he wasn't the quickest when it came to this sort of thing. This was nothing new. But he was trying and he wished she would meet him halfway.

Her accusations of not being a friend hurt - and, truth be told, made him a little tetchy - but he kept it in check for the moment. "Look, we're all in the dark here, Lav. You're not doing anything wrong, it's just...We all just handle it differently."