Seamus put on a face of mock offence as Dean agreed with his statement about being talkative. But the expression didn't last, as Dean went straight for the heart of the elephant in the room. Seamus let out a frustrated puff of breath and busied himself with putting the cap back on his inkwell.
"Nothin' to talk about is there?" He replied, "It's all done and dusted. Let's all just move on with our lives!" A flick of his wand sent his parchment, quills and ink flying into his trunk. With his things packed up, there was just the matter of extracting himself from the room.
It wasn't that Seamus didn't trust Dean, he did. He would tell him anything! But for some reason, it was getting harder and harder to admit the things that were bothering him even to himself. It was hard to be strong for everyone when you didn't feel strong, and right now, Seamus needed to be strong for Dean, and for Lia.