Morgan laughed, but she knew he was curious and would try to answer any questions he had. "That's certainly one way to view it. It means a lot of different things to the people who celebrate. Traditionally, at its core, it's a religious holiday, and many still view it as such. For me? Christmas is more of a feeling than a thing. I know that sounds a little ridiculous, but I guess that's the best way for me to describe it? It's about spending more time with your family and making others happy. It's about being selfless and giving to others." She wasn't sure if she was explaining it well, but she was trying. Her eyes lit up at the notion of visiting his classes, though. "Soooo, I can pop in one day and be your TA? Wouldn't the Morgan distractions hinder your work," she teased, then pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm the lucky one to have you both."
Morgan listened intently, as she always did when he spoke of his life in Detroit. She was glad he agreed with her and believed that Carl would be proud of him. "I don't think you abandoned them. That would imply that you chose to come here. None of us made that choice, and we can't be faulted for building the lives we want here. Her nose scrunched at the kiss to it, and she smiled softly. "From what you told me, I think I would have loved him too. I wish I could have met him."
Her arms instinctively wrapped around his waist as the bike roared to life. "One day," she mused with a smile and a squeeze of her arms. "Although I do rather enjoy being your passenger." Resting her head against his back contently, she watched the sites New Orleans zoom passed them. She was sure she would never tire of riding through whatever city they found themselves in with him. It was still sometimes hard to believe that they had made this dream into a reality.