It wasn't the first time Dean had seen a performance piece like this one, though maybe not exactly as open as this one and definitely he'd known what he was getting in to the other time. Seamus seemed frozen, though, and he he understood the feeling. One of his arms snaked around Seamus' waist, not sure if it was to protect him or to pull him out of the studio. "Shay..." he said again, then he cleared his throat. "Um. Not what I thought this was going to be..."