That look made Dean's breath catch in a rather unfamiliar way. Home. Seamus. He wanted both things so much. He wanted it, but it wasn't safe. And...Oh, Merlin. What he wouldn't give to breathe normally again. As if on cue, he started to breathe again. "I've been keeping up as often as I can...with papers."
He could hear two separate voices both sounding rather like himself arguing in his head and he had to close his eyes against it. "And what would happen to you if they found you with a possible Muggleborn in your home, Seamus? If I got you in trouble, got you hurt...I couldn't live happily with myself." He frowned. "But Merlin do I want to." Damn his lungs, damn his heart. Damn his inability to hide anything.