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Dean Thomas (deanthomas) wrote in wished,

Dean knew why Seamus was sore. He didn't ask for details, since his friend had confessed what they were doing, but he was aware of when the sessions were, and that they took a toll. He even thought he'd sussed out a couple of who the others learning were, by how they looked wiped on he same days, sometimes.

So when Seamus asked, he hadn't put up much of a fuss. Dean did actually have pretty good hands. He was usually drafted for a shoulder massage when he was at home, if his step dad or mom had a long day at work.

He'd been in the library for a bit, going over some notes for class, and made his way upstairs, letting himself into the dorm and shutting the door behind him, looking over at Seamus and lifting his eyebrows. "Are you awake, Finnigan?" he asked, quiet enough that he wouldn't wake him if Seamus was out.