He reached out for a glass and pouted when Davey tugged itout of his reach. This holiday was about more than just wine and Jack hadagreed to follow Davey’s traditions. They were inevitably going to make a fewof their own along the way – they always did – but there were some family onesDavey couldn’t let go. Jack had already helped him clean the apartment and layout the Seder plate, even if he’d been a little skeptical about the foods Daveyhad handed to him.“Are you going to listen to the story or are you going to drink my wine?” Daveyasked, mock sternly. “Can I do both?” Jack said hopefully, triumphant when Davey handed him a glassand then slumped back. Clearly Jack wasn’t going to take this seriously.

Jack set the glass back down without taking a sip, wrigglingover to kiss Davey’s cheek. Apparently the best place for this meal was at theliving room coffee table, on the floor. Not that Jack was complaining aboutthat part – there was a childish joy to be found in it.

“Come on, tell me. Plagues and pyramids and Moses, right?”he prompted, smiling when Davey nodded slowly. He liked all Davey’s traditionsbecause sharing them made him feel like family, even if there was no legal tie,and this one was no exception. Furrowing his brow, he tried to rememberanything else he knew about the spring holiday. “Do you have to temporarilysell me the yeast in the cupboard? Because I will give you one kiss for it,” hebartered cheekily.

Poking Jack in the side Davey tried to resist a smile.“Does your entire knowledge of my religion come from secondary school RS class?”he asked, rolling his eyes again. It was a wonder they were still in his headat this rate.

Jack shrugged sheepishly. If Davey hadn’t told himsomething, insufficient school knowledge was all he had. One day he needed tosit down and properly research what it was Davey believed in. “…Yes?” he admitted. “And what you tell me.”

He looked so apologetic for it that Davey couldn’t bedisappointed. He gave Jack the kiss he’d wanted and rested his head on hisshoulder.“The yeast can stay. As long as we don’t eat it, that was always the rule growingup,” he explained, recalling the Passover meals of his childhood. No food with leavenin it. Esther had stuck to the rule strictly, but she couldn’t bring herself tothrow out perfectly good ingredients when they didn’t have the money to replacethem. It had just been retired to the back of the cupboard for the duration ofthe holiday.“Don’t eat the yeast. Got it,” Jack nodded seriously. “Tell me the rest.”