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[gallowseyes]

George has decided that he likes this time of year best of all. It's cold, but he dresses in warm layers, and there are decorations everywhere, bright lights and singing. In the time that he comes from, Christmas had been a more solemn affair -- good food, yes, but hours of church, too. This is more like Twelfth Night but for weeks and weeks. He's bought a few little gifts for Lee -- books and clothes and things that he thinks will make him smile -- though the biggest gift he has for him has not required any wrapping. They've bought a tree into the apartment, decorated with little shiny things and lights. He likes the lights best.

Today, he thinks, Lee looks tired, and he's been thinking about a promise that he made weeks ago. When Lee comes to sit next to him on the sofa, George lets him curl close and then he holds out the razorblade he's been loosely holding in his cupped fingers, presented without comment to see if Lee takes his meaning without being told.