Lee let himself in, shutting the door behind him. It didn’t take long to find Seamus, almost literally buried in magazines just like he’d said.
[txt] Omg yes absolutely come over I’m buried in magazines and some frog thing that Cecil dropped off saying that it was good luck for a wedding keeps making this weird noise and I need help and snuggles come nowwwww
"Wow; didn’t expect th’ ‘buried’ part t’be literal." He knelt beside the redhead and moved a few magazines out of the way, then leaned over and left a quick kiss on Seamus’s cheek. "Let’s get some o’ this sorted, ‘kay?"
He tilted to try to get an actual kiss, whining when the magazines impeded him from doing so.
He laughed a bit and sat properly beside Seamus—after he cleared away a space for himself—before wrapping his arms around the redhead. “Lucky fer you, I’m a human furnace.”
He beamed happily as he snuggled into his hold, shutting his eyes and enjoying the warmth.
"One of the many reasons I love you."