As Susan drew her wand, Seamus thought of reaching for his. He didn't, though, but stood. There was no way she was hexing him sitting down. Then he realized she didn't actually intend on hexing him at all. It didn't stop him flinching a little at the speed of her movements. Susan was a formidable witch, especially when she was angry. He leaned back against the wall again, folding his arms over his chest. It would've been so easy to get angry too. Okay, so he was already angry, but he'd fully expected her to call him out for leaving the country. He'd had his reasons and they weren't all her, however much she chose to flatter herself. The only surprising thing was that she hadn't accused him outright of running away yet.
"Seems you're working on doing just that, lass," he said evenly. "Sorry I couldn't be more obliging and let you get on with it." But he'd always intended to come back - once he had a plan. Now that he'd accomplished all that, he wasn't going anywhere. It didn't mean he had to sit back and be happy about watching Susan date other people. They'd loved each other once. His heart argued that something about that thought shouldn't be past tense, but he shushed it. "But no worries. I'll send up a signal flare whenever I think we might run into one another from now on, aye?" Seamus turned away, the line of his shoulders tense.