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Plopping down on a booth by the counter, Honey sighs in relief. She’d been driving for hours, and being allowed some time to relax was honestly comforting. She has no idea where she is now, her GPS having died on her halfway through the drive; this small town was the only one for miles, so Honey decided to make a quick stop and grab some food ( and possibly find a place to stay, too; it was getting rather late ).

‘ do you have questions? ‘

many people did. omnics had a bright red stain on their future, and finding the shambali -- or people that were associated. it often sparked questions from people that truly didn’t understand. it had been years and with the oncoming omnic crisis in russia -- many people were finding peace throughout thanks to them. he gazed in the persons direction, hands together over his laps as he did

castles, they might crumble dreams may not come true but you are never all alone ‘cause i will always, always love you

Of course he doesn’t understand what Niall is going through. Dealing with his parents the way the other did was something the ginger had to worry about. While they were busy with work it wasn’t as though they didn’t get along. Newt quite enjoyed being around his parents when they had the time to spend with them. Though the other’s hands are on the steering wheeling, his hand reaches for one of them, letting it slide off the wheel and into his hand. Giving it a light squeeze. 

“We’re already here, we might as well go, right?” He said, brows slightly raised. “And if it means anything, at least you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here for you, whatever you need.” He made sure to add. His words spoken firm, like a promise. He’s never met Niall’s parents. Doesn’t know what he’s like because the other is a private person. He exuberates confidence and charisma that the ginger desperately lacks. He knows there’s this wall and facade most of the time. But the moments shared with just the two of them, he knows there’s more to him than that. 

London during Christmas time was different than the rest of the year. It wasn’t just the Christmas trees or anything like that. There was just something in the air that made it impossible for him not to grin. Of course, that brilliant smile might’ve been because of the fact that Newt had invited Niall to celebrate with him. He was always happy for a reason to see his friend, especially if it meant celebrating an unfamiliar holiday.

He stretched out next to Newt, wrapped up in his scarf and ran fingers over the leather journal Newt gave him. He was a tactile person by nature, and he couldn’t help himself. Plus, it kept him from doing something stupid. Like running his hands through Newt’s hair.

“I think you’ll like it,” Niall hummed, knocking his foot lightly against Newt’s. “I saw it when I was in Hong Kong, and I thought you’d like it. Perfect timing with Christmas. It’s my first time celebrating you know.” A puzzle ring seemed like something Newt would enjoy, and well. He knew giving someone a ring meant something else as well. It seemed appropriate, given his feelings for Newt, and it was his way of testing the waters as well.

To him, Christmas was always just another day. No special occasion or reason to celebrate. At least not since his childhood. So he was glad that Niall had accepted his invitation to join him for the holidays despite the fact that he did not celebrate it.

Hazel hues watched tentively as the other opened the gift he’d picked for him. Now wrapped in the scare he’d carefully picked and the leather journal. Both suited him as he held onto them close to his form. He couldn’t help the grin on his lips now. Momentarily distracted from opening his own gift until Niall’s voice rang in his ears as his gaze now lowered to the small box before him.

“Knowing May, they probably will be friends. My daughter’s quite the social butterfly. She’ll talk anyone’s ear off given half a chance.” He isn’t surprised by that; Niall can be the same way, though adulthood and parenthood have reigned him in quite a bit (at least compared to his teenage years). “Really? Never?” That surprised him. He’d been half way across the state by the time he was fifteen, and the only thing that brought him back was May. He’d have gone crazy if he’d stuck around in his smothering hometown under his parents’ shadow and the reputation he’d earned. “Well, San Francisco and Seattle are awfully nice this year if you’re interested in a tour,” Niall offers with an idle smile. “No problem,” he says with a shrug, grabbing his keys from under the counter. Despite popular opinion, he’s not a total heathen; he holds the door open for them and locks up behind them.

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