May 28, 2020
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Joe Keery in “Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party” (2015)
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Season Parallels - Mother and Son Reunions
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Five Christmas traditions Mike shares with El, and one she shares with him. Post season two, pre-season three.
For Marty.
Thank you for your kindness and your light and your wisdom. Thank you for your support, your generosity and your love of my memes. Life wouldn’t be the same without you, and mine is infinitely greater for having you in it! I really hope you like this, angel, it’s all for you. So much love.
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Mike was so scared of dropping the two mugs he held, he almost didn’t notice his little sister lurking by the entrance to the basement.
“Watcha doin’?”
Mike didn’t really want to be disturbed today, but it was hard to ignore Holly when she had such an adorably inquisitive look on her face.
“I made hot chocolate for me and El,” he said as the heat from the mugs almost burnt his hands. “She’s never had it before.”
“Never had hot choc!” Holly’s eyes were wide in surprise, and Mike had to stifle a laugh. She really was so sweet. “Noooooo.”
“Yeah,” Mike replied knowingly, wishing he could put the mugs down already, but not wanting to hurt Holly’s feelings by rushing off. “I better bring them to her before they get cold. I think Mom still has some left if you want.”
She cheered as she ran off, and he chuckled to himself, shouldering the door to the basement open.
The house was decorated beautifully, his mother always made a point of making sure theirs was the most festive-looking one on the street, inside and out. But Mike loved the basement best, his space, that he got to make his own. Walking down the staircase, his eyes adjusted to the dim light emitting only from one side of the room.
“Mike?” A voice called to him. The voice was faint, muffled by the blankets it was under, and Mike grinned.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
El emerged from under the blanket fort, lifting up the panel they were using as a makeshift doorway and hitting him full force with her smile. Mike paused, forgetting himself, just breathing her in. The fairy lights that surrounded the fort cast a soft glow over her features, highlighting the gentle curve of her nose, the smooth skin of her cheeks. He was mesmerised.
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