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[irishredwolf]

Sean has been doing a lot of thinking ever since Ferris'...admission. Thinking, and weighing. And feeling. Maybe

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[what_big_teeth]

Late morning, in the London Sean's wandered into. "'Ang on hang on," Ferris growls from the other side of the door- and after a moment or two, he opens it, wearing a sheet as if it were a toga. "Hullo, Sean... want to come in?" he offers, apparently having just been roused from bed.
Keen hearing indeed.

[irishredwolf]

..Erk. Dammit pants, don't do the thinking.

"I'd love to," he says, pausing first. Are those rules still in play? He's not sure. "Sorry, were you sleeping? I can come back..."

[what_big_teeth]

"Was, m'not going to be for at least ten hours now... C'mon in, I'll put on some tea," he offers as he heads for the kitchen-like area. "Lemme put the kettle and some pants on," he says as he flicks the stove on, and continues to the bedroom loft.
Has Sean even really seen Ferris' back before this? Says something about his level of trust that Sean's seeing so much of it as he goes to the stairs and up- and goes about getting jeans and a t-shirt on. "What brings you 'round, then, handsome?" he asks as he comes back downstairs- whether or not Sean's taken it on himself to step inside.

[irishredwolf]

"Tea sounds nice," he says, watching Ferris' back as it goes up the stairs.

He's inside. And a nice inside it is, he didn't realize there was an upstairs. But then he wasn't paying attention before. "I was uh. Thinking, about what you'd said," he says, rubbing the back of his neck and chewing his lip. "And I might not be as, against it, as I was before?"