“You know, I was sitting here at Gallagher over the holiday, alone, mind you,” he started, looking over at Faith pointedly as he brought his drink up to his lips and took a light sip. “And I texted you a few times, hoping for the sound of a phone ping to numb the loneliness. But you left me with a lack of response.” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “A Merry Christmas to me.” // @fxithrush














