Not really. Christmas is just Christmas. But . . .

[Ugh. He peeks up at Fugo through his lashes, most of his face hidden against Fugo's shoulder still. He's so shy. It sort of feels like maybe he's always exactly this shy, or more so, but he's just forgotten until now. Terrifying. But Fugo smells so good.]

Do you think . . . ah. Is it silly--or. No, I want to ask: is it more important to mark the day I kissed you, or the day you told me you loved me, or the day we really talked? They all seem important. And I don't want to make a chart of all of the days, that's too many.