Chandler wasn't exactly a fan of Christmas, either. Or, rather, he wasn't a fan of the memories it stirred up for him. Granted, just being home did a good job of that all on its own and even though he loved his brothers to bits, there was always that little bit of apprehension that gripped him whenever he got within a hundred miles of Boston.
He was trying not to think about that now, though, as he relaxed on Tommy's sofa, a book in his hand, trying to read, even though finals and classes were behind him for the term. This was leisurely reading, not anything for school, and it seemed a perfect way to pass the time.
Of course, hearing Holly's voice silenced any thoughts he'd had of actually reading the book her was holding anytime soon and he set it aside, giving his brother a wave when he came into view.