"You'll just name him Thomas then," Seamus said, looking utterly proud of himself for keeping up with such a great name for Dean's imaginary child. "Thomas Thomas. A name so great, you have to say it twice!" Yes, Seamus thought he was hilarious despite what his friends - AND DEAN - told him.
It was funny. Seamus had confidence that wasn't all that deserved - though he was a looker in his own way - and Dean lacked a great deal of what was due to him. If Seamus had Dean's body, he would have been an insufferable git who would have found any reason he could to take off his shirt or walk around mostly naked.
Or naked. Seamus was sure that his mate was good looking all over. These thoughts, though, he was wisely kept to himself. Normal mates didn't say shite like that. Not without being as sincere as Seamus was.
"Question is," the blond said, taking his pint when it was brought to him. "Are you with me? Bet you I can finish mine before you can finish yours." He would have bet money, but he didn't need Dean to tell him that money was tight with the Thomas family.