Who: Harrison and Nate What: Tis the season to give gifts and apologize for how lame they are. When: Monday Evening. Where: Haven Warnings: TBD
He was never quite sure when he'd see Nate. There was too much of an uproar around the holidays for him to be sure about anything and he wished he could say everything was a lot like.. you know, Silent Night or whatever but it wasn't. There was nothing peaceful about all the mayhem of people trying to wrap gifts and keep them hidden from others and the insane idea someone had for trying to decorate the mansion when not everyone believed in "Christmas."
Chaos also took the form of a Multiple-Man freaking out and going on about leaving from the damned Brother Hood of all the damned things. Harrison, at that point, had been picking up hours working at Craven Park and was doing all that he could to keep the house from falling apart so he lost it. Simply said, 'fuck it' and spent his time cleaning and helping people wrap presents rather than deal with it. He knew he should've been a better friend but it was difficult when he was struggling with his own problems... which, in comparison were probably just as lame.
So what if he couldn't touch someone? So what if he couldn't lay a finger on Nate Grey? Who cared it was just.. you know, his...
Harrison swallowed hard and stared at the crudely wrapped package held in his hands. He then glanced at the Christmas tree set up in the rec room and noticed how no other gifts remained but his once he set it down.