"I'm sorry bub" Rhodes says sincerely, rubbing his thumb gently over my knee.
"It's fine. I made my peace with it. And at least I get to go and do something like this, which I'm really looking forward to" I reply, placing my hand completely over his. A warm smile spreads across his lips slowly as I speak.
"will you still spend Christmas Day with your mum?" He asks.
"The last two years I've gone up on Christmas Day. The facility she's in let me stay the night with her. And now that she's on medication and generally doing better it's not such a bad day for us. I'll normally get her a book or a journal and she will knit me something before we eat a Christmas lunch made by the staff. Then we play scrabble or some other board game until she needs to sleep. Not super Christmassy but it's s
