they don't make it easy.

"There's a new rule. You cannot come into this flat if you possess fluffy, white pieces of food. The sign's by the front door." He pointed it out, but his eyes were still on his laptop.

"I don't like the snow." He pouted, but he leaned up and pressed a kiss to the boy's cheek. "Thank you. For making this as much home as possible. Until we can get back home ourselves. I love you." Swallowing thickly, he leaned down and smelled the flowers. The sight of the tea set and the flowers and everything just made him relax. They did try to make the apartment as...Wonderland as possible. And it kind of worked until Hatter got into one of his moods. "I think it'll definitely help."

Hatter looked up from the window and his gaze trailed over everything that March had set down and his brow furrowed for a moment. "What's all of this?" He asked softly as he climbed off of the windowsill. He stumbled over, fixing the beanie on his head. "Marchy..." He whispered as his fingertips dusted over the petals of the flowers and he looked up at him with tears in his eyes. "Are you trying to make this home?" He asked, but smiled nonetheless.

Today was quiet for the Wonderlander and he just sat on the windowpane, watching the snowflakes fall with a cup of tea set beside him. His mind was full of static, but he liked it better than feeling nothing at all. Marchy wasn't there and neither was Cheshire. Absolem had gone out, so he was left to his own devices for now.