Susan's words didn't quite sink in right away and the old Seamus was back temporarily in the puffing up of his chest and the squaring of his shoulders. He could give back just as good as he got.
"You chose your work over me! Every single time we fought, that's what it came down to. That I wasn't important enough for you to take time away and actually enjoy life anymore." A vein stood out in the side of his neck. "You were throwing things at me! Heavy, breakable things! I wasn't sticking round for that. I went to Ireland because I thought it was for the best, but excuse me for not being a bleeding Seer. I needed space and time away from this bloody country and time to let you move on. Time so I could try to do the same thing. How was I supposed to know you wanted me to come home? You never gave me the first clue. Sending me Mam a Christmas card doesn't count! You two always got on like a house on fire, even from the start. And if you think you were the only one with a broken heart, you're crazy, Bones."
Running on a mixture of anger and nerves and something else he couldn't quite define, Seamus surged forward and cupped Susan's face between his hands. He leaned in and kissed her, backing her slowly against the nearest wall, not breaking the embrace for anything until his lungs were screaming for air.
"Bloody starkers," he said roughly, voice wrecked and low. His mouth was still close to hers. "In any case, it's turn and turn about, love. You ruined me for anyone but you." Gently, Seamus reached up and thumbed over her cheeks to brush away any rogue tears.