"Miracles do happen," Justin told Brian, reminding him that they couldn't know what to anticipate the rest of the day while he secretly planned his trip to the airport to pick up Gus.
"Too many lights and candles for a fucking made-up holiday," Brian muttered, a bottle of booze and Justin in front of the fire all he needed to get through the night.
Watching the flames cast shadows across Gus's face as he cuddled cozily between them playing his video game, Brian knew he'd already received the best gift he could have wished for, and the holidays had barely begun.