“Please have snow and mistletoe,” Will's off-key singing, echoed through the corridor. It was not pleasing to Henry or Big Guy's extremely sensitive hearing. On the other hand, after the way he'd been for the first first month following his death and resuscitation, it was nice to hear him happy.
Henry walked up to him and they exchanged greetings. As always, Will's smile gave him butterflies in his stomach. The man was beautiful when he smiled. And his scent, when he was happy? Will was perfection.
Laughing, he joined Will in caroling and readying the Sanctuary for the holidays.