The new year was inching closer and closer, the ticking clock on the wall ticking off the seconds before midnight would strike and the world would turn over. At least, that’s how Davis’ mother had always described the new year. The world turning over, settling into a new position. It had never really been a big deal in the Whitfield house, and Davis still didn’t think it was such a big deal, but he was staying awake for once, actually making it to midnight instead of just slipping off into sleep and waking up to the new world order that the new year never brought.
This year, he had a reason to stay awake. Kissing at midnight was supposed to be a big deal, and while he wouldn’t put much in it, he assumed that Sorin would, and he wouldn’t deny that man anything he asked for.
Davis managed to keep himself busy by taking down the Christmas tree, pulling off the ornaments carefully and wrapping them, twisting the string lights off the branches with a few hitches when they tangled. Occasionally he would glance over at Sorin and offer him what he hoped was a reassuring smile, though he wondered if the man was even paying attention to him.
“I can feel you worrying from over here, ya know.” He finally offered as he managed to grab the star from the top of the tree, wrapping it and tossing it in the box beside him. “Wanna talk about it?” He had a feeling he knew what the worry was, where it was coming from. Didn’t mean he really understood it. Felix was a big boy, but Sorin was bound to worry in spite of that, so it seemed pointless to tell him not to worry. “Or do you wanna talk about something else to get your mind off it?” Didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to make the man feel better in any way he could.
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