"Yeah well," Seamus shifted uncomfortably, but there was no use denying it. Going after Bole had been stupid and almost gotten all three of them killed, "I just got sick and tired of not doing anything. But that was a mistake, I get it. I'm not gonna do it again."
He felt like he was acting like a scolded little boy. He stood a little taller and crossed his arms to shake the feeling, "But listen right. How about we make a deal? If something like that happens again. Y'know, a Death Eater or whatever. Don't fucking stand there alright? Run. Cause if you get hurt..." He trailed off. Best not to think about that. He'd spent a year worrying about Dean getting hurt or killed or worse. He didn't much fancy doing it again, "You do that, and I won't go running into anything guns blazing right? Deal?"