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Isaac settled into his corner of the sofa. He had a minced pie, a port, and a brand new book. There was a fire crackling in the grate and the dinosaur fairy lights Darcy had gifted him glowed behind him.
He sighed in contentment, all was right with the world. It was really only missing one thing and they’d be along soon. He heard the key turn in the lock and the chaos-monger themselves emerged into his living room.
They flop down on the sofa beside him, socked feet instantly in his lap.
“Hi love, Merry Christmas,” they said, together.