[He's more relaxed than he was, finally finding his footing around her. It was slow going for a while, but all he needed was to hear it and he could allow himself to let go a bit. At least now he knows where the words come from.]

Ah, I apologized to Misty for one thing. Cut things clean with Steve. Now I don't fucking know. That's a lot for a few weeks, thank you very much. Maybe I'll just spend the rest of the month perpetually drunk and avoiding the mistletoe.

I haven't ever really done Christmas, so this shit just seems excessive.