"Well, good." Bobby sighed and relaxed against him, closing his eyes in contentment. Things had changed so fast, but he was happier than he ever could have believed he would be when he'd gotten on that plane in Boston two weeks ago. "Merry Christmas, John-boy," he murmured, smiling to himself as he set his phone on the couch next to him so he could rest his hand on John's chest.
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Date: 2015-02-01 10:30 am (UTC)