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Right.

[He'll take it, but he's still watching Algric a bit awed. He'll wait until Algric's ready so they can drink together.]

After you, then.

Right, let's go sit on the couch then.

[ He leads Jonah back in that direction. Conveniently, it's next to the Christmas tree as well. ]

[It sure is! Easy to see it all, he still finds himself a little distracted looking at everything. He helped put this together... A new kind of thought for him.]

Well... Cheers?

[ And Algric is sitting there all warm and cheerful in his Christmas jumper, lit by the glow of the tree lights. ]

Cheers then.

[ He clinks Jonah's glass with his own and takes a sip. Not ... bad? Not bad at all. ]

[He can't help watching that, soaking the image in. Lets it burn into his memory as easy as any of the horrors he's cataloged.

After a second, he'll sip his own, looking at the glass after with pleasant surprise on his face..]

Oh... I have expected to taste nothing.

S-same. And it's still a bit faint, but ... mmm, definitely cider.

Right, it's. A bit brilliant.

[He'll sip again, soaking up what little taste he can get.]

I miss that, you know? Tasting things? I don't know how Elias kept his.

[He does. He just hates the thought of it.]

Probably blood sacrifice or something.

[ He reaches down towards the tree with his free hand. ]

[Jonah watches him, sipping quietly and squeezing his free hand between them.]

Best not to think about it for now.

I'd rather not, really.

[ He straightens back up ... and offers a wrapped package to Jonah. It's reasonably large, about three inches thick. ]

Then let's n...ot....

[He sees it, eyes big as he takes it with both hands and just holds it.]

Happy Christmas, Jonah.

[ Inside is a lovely soft green jumper, a size too large. There's a lump in the middle of it. ]

[It is a lovely jumper. Though he can tell instantly it's too big and why. Still stuck on that...

He sees the lump though and purposefully blocks his Sight. Lifts up the jumper...?]

[ As he does, a small ring box drops out. ]

[Oh his eyes get big. Folding the sweater back on his lap and reaching for the box. He hears his heart in his ears.]

Martin...

[ Algric is bright red, of course. Hardly daring to watch Jonah's reaction. ]

It's - it's not much. Money being, you know. Still a bit of a problem, but ...

[ Inside is a simple but lovely wedding band. ]

[He stares down at it, awed and lovestruck. Reminded again of just how much this man anchors him to his humanity, bringing it out in the best of ways.]

When did you even go back?

Ah - a couple weeks ago?

Don't know how I missed that...

[A day he was focused, he was thinking elsewhere, to a tower looming in some other dimension.]

It's lovely, Martin.

I'm - I'm glad. So glad.

[ He reaches for Jonah's cheek? ]

[He leans into the touch before leaning up to kiss him softly.]

[ Good. Good. He returns it, soft and warm. ]

[It is. He pulls away, just to lean back in for another quick kiss.]

Thank you, Martin.

[ He laughs softly at that. ]

Try it on for me?

Mm. [He'll get the box and so gently and carefully take the ring from its place and. Tries it on.]

Does it have a match for you?