Walker Advent calendar: Flap #21

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 387

“It’s Monday and you’re not busy with your critically acclaimed blog?” Kevin asks Scotty during breakfast that morning of the 21st of December. With only a few days left until Christmas, Scotty was working from home with administrative tasks as the restaurant was closed during large parts of the holiday. Kevin also had some more things to get done before he could call it Christmas holiday, but they were minor and he could do them from home.

 

“I’m having a Christmas hiatus,” Scotty says.

“But you just started,” Kevin says. “And I loved that mulled wine.”

“I know, you managed to get tipsy from it,” Scotty replies, giving Kevin’s calf a soft kick under the kitchen table.

 

“So we’re not doing any cool experiment that I can eat?” Kevin mopes.

“Sorry, honey,” Scotty says. “Maybe we can think of some other interesting experiment for you.”

 

Kevin giggles and pours himself some more coffee, sipping it carefully not to burn his tongue. He might need it for later.

 

“Do you have all gifts wrapped and ready?” Scotty asks, noticing how he clearly interrupted Kevin’s wandering minds.

“Huh?” Kevin asks, looking up at an amused Scotty. “Who?”

 

“The Christmas presents,”

“Oh right,” Kevin says, clearing his throat. “All done. Including yours.”

 

Scotty giggles at the mention of his own gift. Just a few years ago, all the Christmas gifts he got were either from his parents and usually consisting of money, or from a company he worked at for the moment, and consisting of anything they could print their logotype on.

 

“I have to go by the office and get some stuff, better do it today when Robert is still in Washington,” Kevin says, finishing his coffee and getting up to put his dishes in the dish washer.

“He’ll be back for Christmas, won’t he?”

“Yeah, of course,” Kevin says, hoping that is true. With the heavy snowing these last days, one can’t be too sure about your flight, and having your own private jet won’t help.

 

“I wouldn’t mind some snow here,” Scotty says as if he had read Kevin’s mind. “It would be cozy.”

“I’ll get you one of those snow globes. They have them with the Hollywood sign in them,” Kevin says, grabbing Scotty’s cheek to kiss him. “I’ll be back in a bit, love you.”


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