Shocking himself, Seamus laughed softly and lowered himself to the floor perpendicular to Susan. He leaned his head back against the wall. It was best to accept that she'd moved on, found someone new. Maybe that would make it easier to do the same, because it was painfully obvious he hadn't. Attempts at dating had gone horribly wrong, because none of them were Susan. She was lovely and kind and brilliant and so determined. A little too attached to her work and if that was an understatement, fondness softened the rough edges. No matter how ugly it had ended, he thought he might always love her. Sitting so close to her after more than seven hundred days apart was like taking that first agonizing, wonderful breath upon surfacing from deep water. If she knew, she'd probably call him pathetic.
In the end, he couldn't look away. If he was uncomfortable, it was because he thought she was. Because she couldn't possibly want anything to do with him anymore. Best to steer the conversation somewhere safe.
"Mam'll be glad to know I saw you. I think for a long time there she liked you better than her own son."