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milliways_bar2007-12-22 11:46 pm
badboybutterman) wrote in milliways_bar2007-12-22 11:46 pm
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It was snowing in Sandford. It always snowed around Christmas time in Sandford for as long as Danny could remember. That was one of the many things that made that little town so special...made it worth fighting for, and worth staying for.
It was also snowing in Milliways. ...Well, not in Milliways. Outside it, naturally. And Danny supposed that it was just another thing about this little end of the universe that made it special, too. That, and the fact that he could always find a nice, quiet spot away from everything. (And the chips from Bar were pretty good as well.)
Danny carries two cups of hot chocolate over to the couch beside the fire, handing one of them to Nicholas, before sitting down beside him and settling in with a contented sigh. "This's nice."
It was also snowing in Milliways. ...Well, not in Milliways. Outside it, naturally. And Danny supposed that it was just another thing about this little end of the universe that made it special, too. That, and the fact that he could always find a nice, quiet spot away from everything. (And the chips from Bar were pretty good as well.)
Danny carries two cups of hot chocolate over to the couch beside the fire, handing one of them to Nicholas, before sitting down beside him and settling in with a contented sigh. "This's nice."
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"I was actually wonderin' if you was gonna go off back to London, too, visit people for the holidays..."
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"Danny, the only people in London I care about seeing are my parents, and I've already told them I have other commitments this year."
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"You want to talk about it?"
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Then after two seconds it comes spilling out: "It's just that after mum died, me n' my dad always spent Christmas together, an' I do have other relatives, but if I go to them I'll only feel like an outsider an' they'll only have me 'round just cos they'll feel sorry for me -- an' I don't need that. But I just don't think I can spend this particular Christmas by myself." He shakes his head solemnly. "Not this one."
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He's just not good at the whole comforting thing. He hasn't had a lot of practice at it.
"You know I don't just want you around out of sympathy, right?"
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He sighs and finally picks his head up to shyly glance at him. "'S why this means a lot to me."
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"I'm glad I can be here for you."
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He can't contain the grateful smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth.
"I'm glad, too."
A pause.
"So you can kip over at my place on Christmas Eve an' we'll make popcorn an' we'll watch Die Hard an' Die Hard 2: Die Harder cos they're both Christmas movies, really, when you get right down to it."