Dean chuckled, letting his towel drop and then pulling on his boxers hurriedly before picking the towel up and heading back out into the flat to where he had his bag and a change of clothes.
"How'd I know? I don't know. I was interested in other things in school, you know. After Ginny, there wasn't really anyone. And seventh year was such shite that it was just surviving that was important. I guess I started to notice things, blokes, things in my sketches..." he shrugged, looking at Seamus when he followed him out and pulling on his spare jeans before digging for a shirt. "Then a bloke at a party my first week in art school got piss drunk and kissed me, and it sort of clicked."