Turning a slightly incredulous look on her, Seamus chuffed out a single breath of laughter. She really didn't know him at all anymore. He wasn't fool enough to think she never had, because they'd loved each other. You couldn't love someone without knowing them. All of them. There was plenty of first-hand experience for him to believe that, even before Susan had come along. He almost smiled, in the end, because he felt a little bit like he was going mad for a moment. Maybe it was time to tell her the honest truth. It wasn't like she could think any less of him going forward.
"I don't hate you," Seamus argued. "I never have and I never will. Am I angry or jealous that you've moved on? Hell yeah, because for some bloody reason I can't! I've not successfully dated the first person since I left England two years ago. I tried, but every time...every time I thought of you."
He shook his head and held up his hands in a gesture of defeat, eyes falling to somewhere around Susan's waist.
His voice was very small when he spoke again, accent thick. "I know we can't go back to the way it was, but Jesus, Susan, I miss you."