Seamus nodded understanding. He honestly couldn’t imagine a world where she would be feeling embarrassed or guilty given the situation it put herself and admittedly him into. Not to mention all her mates, including Ernie Macmillan. Unfortunately, that was just something she was going to have to deal with on her own. He couldn’t fix the damage that was done by her throughout the night.
Even if he could, honestly, he wasn’t sure where he would start. She’d made a mess of everything between them and add to that even among her own mates. She was just going to have to face that. Seamus made no move to sit, he only moved to a widow and opened it and proceeded to lean against the bare wall, pulling out his cigarette pack. “You’re right,” he agreed as he pulled a cigarette out of the pack and set it down and used his lighter to light it.
He was going to respond more but she continued talking, how she didn’t mean to lead him on and that he was amazing. At least he would be for a different witch. Honestly, everything she said wasn’t untrue. He would eventually find someone that he could settle down with. But he wasn’t exactly looking for that right now so it was all in vain. At least her apologies. Yes he’d said to be patient with him because he was willing to try for her sake but, that was the point. He wasn’t in love. Lust was a lot easier to manage than love.
Perhaps if he’d been in love with her things would have been different from his end. Fortunately, he wasn’t. As he sucked in yet another drag from his cigarette, he pulled it from his mouth and ashed it out the window, staring at her while she spoke of Macmillan and her feelings. Then of them having ‘fun’. “Han,” he started sighing a bit before he took another drag and set his hand down. “I’m not upset.” Which for the most part was true.
“We’re not a couple, we didn’t make anything permanent,” he pointed out as he blew the smoke out. “We had something physical, it was fun and relieved stress but when I asked you to be patient with me, I didn’t ask for strings. I wasn’t asking you to give up everything else until we figured out what we were. It’s shitty that you got yourself in this position, it’s shitty that it put me in this position but ultimately, it’s not about me at all. It’s about you.”
Which, in his mind honestly was true. “Yes we had fun, but if you’re done having fun and want to settle for Macmillan, I’m not going to stand in your way. I’m also not going to drag this out and make drama. It shouldn’t be. We’re consenting adults. It was fun, but it’s over. I can handle that. Just don’t make a spectacle of me, yeah?”