Seamus couldn't help himself. The moment she kicked the lift and winced, he was at Susan's side, a hand closing gently around her arm. Concern shone plainly on his face, but he backed off quickly. He had no right to touch her anymore, and she likely wouldn't welcome the proximity anyway.
"Don't do that, lass. It's not helping."
The words might not have been as gentle or caring as they would've otherwise, had she not veritably insulted how he chose to spend his time. At least she was right about the pubs, but that was all. Seamus just smiled sadly and shook his head. Let her believe what she liked. He still wore the pendant and maybe even her name across his heart like a brand, because there was no one to to've replaced it. In Susan's case, that was less probable.
"You seem to be doin' just fine on that front yerself, with the obvious difference in class of those doin' the flirting."
It was an absolutely ridiculous response and he knew it, but he couldn't deny feeling insecure next to the likes of Charlie Weasley and Harry Potter.
"'Course, you seem to reciprocate the interest, whereas I..." he shrugged, almost hiding the slight pang of his own envy.