Gavin and Steve were sitting on the floor with their backs to the seat of the couch. The Xmas trees lights flashed. Stopped. Blinked. Then flashed again. Gavin had spend Xmas day with his father and mother. They'd both flown back from England together and announced Xmas day they were buying a house together in Melbourne. Steve and his sisters were shocked, as their parents had been divorced for ten years. Steve had spent the day with his family. Boxing day was the first time they'd seen each other.
Gavin had put up the tree, he wanted his apartment to feel, at least, a little Xmassy. It just didn't feel the same, otherwise.
"A week long celebration, starting Festivus Eve," said Gavin. Finishing New Years day."
"You buy presents for all those you love and air your grievances," said Steve. "Then you give them presents."
"And you eat plumb pudding with caramel sauce and cream and ice cream."
"Kriss Kringle?" said Steve holding up four gift wrapped boxes.
"I thought we weren't doing the... present thing?" said Gavin.
"You're the one I love," said Steve. "I couldn't help myself."
It was the first time Steve had said he loved him, just like that, no booze, no drugs, no excuses.
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