On Christmas morning, Kyle stumbled out to the living room just a bit bleary-eyed. He scrubbed a hand, his nails newly painted black, over his face to try to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. Surely after the night he and Dave had spent together Dave hadn’t actually gotten him out of bed at seven? But damn it, he had.
Dave thrust a mug of coffee at him. “Hey, babe, Merry Christmas.”
Kyle reached into his black pajama bottoms and scratched his bare hip. He took the mug of steaming liquid and took a fortifying sip. “Louise said you’ve never been into Christmas before. Aren’t you even half Jewish?”
Dave smiled. “Yeah, how’d you know?”
“Ivan mentioned it.”
“Well, it’s true, but I thought it might be nice this year to do it. Anyway, stop being grumpy.” Dave walked over to his CD player and h
