though it's been said many times, many ways

[more_magic]

It’s strange to think of where he was a year ago, exactly. Waking up in Alex’s bed, hung over from the shame of the night before and the lingering effects of whatever Manuscript had given him, preparing for his first full day in a city outside of the world he knew and realizing in the process that he’d lost nearly two months in the space of a breath. There were more shocks to come, more alterations in what he thought to be true, but very little had managed to surpass the disorientation of that initial beginning to his tenure in Darrow.

Back then, Darlington had wondered what they might have done at home, if Alex would’ve been on a plane to California at the start of break--or if he might have managed to convince her to stay, to spend Christmas at Black Elm with him. What they got instead was better, that makeshift celebration with hastily-bought gifts and the smell of a half-remembered recipe wafting from Alex’s kitchen; the start of something new, even if neither of them had known the depths of that newness at the time. And now, a year on, through hard work and some kind of miracle, he gets what he’d wondered about after all.

Christmas Day will be just for them, presents and breakfast and relaxing by the fire, but tonight is a chance to celebrate. They decorate the main floor of Black Elm, filling the rooms they’ve already managed to furnish with light and warmth, the tree they’d bought earlier in the month standing by one of the large picture windows in the great room. Alex cooks all of Estrea Stern’s recipes she can think of, adds a few of Bernadette’s that Darlington remembers from his childhood. There’s music low on the stereo, a fire lit in the vast fireplace, the new table and chairs they’d bought for the formal dining room arranged just so beneath the chandelier at the center of the room. Even Kirby gets into the spirit in a new, festive collar, bright red against his black fur.

Above all, they’ve invited the people that matter, the few who have come to mean something--to one or both of them--in the year that’s just passed. It’s the first real party Black Elm has seen in many years, not since Darlington’s grandfather was alive. It feels, once again, like starting something new.

[[tag in, tag around, enjoy the party!]]

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[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb frowns, just a little, but he keeps his arm around Neil and tips his head to look at him.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "I mean, you just feel... You just don't have to try to reassure me if it's a little... lot, right now." He winces and shakes his head, then huffs a laugh. "Sorry, that made no sense."

[shadows_have_offended]

"No, that made sense," Neil assures. He nuzzles a little bit. Just being next to Caleb makes things easier to handle, the weird pall of the his mood lightening slightly. He tucks a hand into Caleb's back pocket and sighs.

"I might step out for a cigarette," he says softly. "But you don't need to come for that, you know?"

He's been good about not smoking around Caleb very much, not sure if it would upset him or not, if nicotine would have the same reaction as alcohol or something.

"It'll just be a couple minutes, though?"

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Okay, like, I know you're from the 50s, but smoking's actually really bad for you. Like, you know that, right?" He doesn't mean to sound naggy or anything, but also, like... didn't cigarettes not have filters or even cancer warnings back then? There's also a flash of nerves, because Caleb doesn't know how it'll work with his ability, either Will he feel Neil relax because of the nicotine? Will he need Neil to smoke again later, if he does? Fuck. There are way too many variables.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil freezes for a second, just a second, except for his finger tapping rapidly on his cup. He doesn't feel like his mood shifts, but he makes himself resolve. He shouldn't be catty about something like needing a break for a few minutes, just to get his head on straight.

"Just because it's the first time I've mentioned it doesn't mean I haven't been smoking the whole time we've been together," he does finally point out, soft and maybe a little bit hurt.

He looks down into his drink in the next instance, shame and foolishness crawling up the back of his neck in a flush.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb's hackles go up, and it's very nearly a physical sensation. He frowns, even as his head reels back like Neil'd tried to slap him.

"That's literally not even what I said," he says.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil keeps staring at his drink, finding that a safer target then facing whatever face Caleb might be making at him, especially when he responds like that. He tries to stay calm, tries to control this sudden roil of upset. They're at a party, for Christ's sake.

"No, you decided to nitpick about whether or not I knew it was unhealthy or not when I was just saying that I wanted to have one, like I'm some sort of idiot or something."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"I don't think you're an idiot!" Caleb insists, a bit defensively now. "I was just asking a question, fuck." He reaches up to rub his face, and takes a half-step backwards.

[shadows_have_offended]

"Well you're not doing a very good job of not acting like that's the thought process, Caleb," Neil hisses, finally cutting his gaze up. It's hurt, for a moment. Hurt that Caleb is defensive, as if he has something to be defensive about, but mostly hurt that he's making something out of something that doesn't even matter.

He looks down quickly, eyes stinging a little bit, which is as stupid as being hurt about--about whatever stupid, stressful argument this is.

"I'm getting something else to drink," he snarls, because if he keeps standing here, he might raise his voice, and he refuses to ruin a perfectly lovely day for everyone else just because he's suddenly in a very poor mood.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Fine, whatever," Caleb answers, very nearly snarling right back. He stalks away from Neil and goes to stand by the window, glaring out at the sprawling yard. Between that, and Neil going to get his drink or cigarette or wherever the fuck, there's enough distance that Caleb can feel himself calming down. There's a moment of clarity, as he realizes that he super, super overreacted, and he's being an asshole, and maybe Neil was totally valid in his hurt and annoyance.

But that moment is rushed away quickly, as the rest of the party-goers' feelings press in at him. Especially one in particular.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil spends several more minutes away than he originally intended. He goes out and has that cigarette he was thinking about (and maybe lets himself have a self-important pity party, but that's for him to keep to himself, space and a dozen and a half people between them), comes in and washes up with intent scrubbing around the nails. Gets himself eggnog. Contemplates some bourbon in it, then decides against it. Talks to Nova a bit.

By the time he's made his circuit back to Caleb, he's feeling a little chastened for acting like a spoiled brat, prepared to apologize and offer up a second, fresh and unspiked, glass of eggnog to his boyfriend.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb feels him before he sees him, but it's not enough to push away the pleasant swirliness fogging up his body. He turns to face him — nearly elbows the eggnog in the process and slurs out an excessive apology — and sort of paws at Neil's shoulders before wrapping an arm around him.

"Neil. Neilneilneil. Oh my god, I'm so glad you're back."

[shadows_have_offended]

The reaction is night and day. Neil moves the glasses of eggnog carefully out of the way of Caleb's flailing arms and lets himself be a little surprised by the reaction, but he's not put off by it, exactly. Concerned, maybe, but only because he thought he'd have to be begging forgiveness for being a bit of a tool there.

"Hey," he murmurs. "You okay?"

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"No, I was such an asshole," he says, eyebrows tipping up tragically in the center. "You're not even an idiot, I can't— I can't even b'lieve I let you think I think I thought that. Think I..." He shakes his head, then cups Neil's face with both hands, sort of squishing his cheeks. "You're such a smart boyfriend? You're, like. The smartest boyfriend in the whole city." He frowns, feeling Neil's concern warm the back of his neck. He squishes Neil's cheeks a little more. "No, hey, it's okay, it's, it's fine, I'm fine. We're fine, 'cause you're so smart, and I super love you a lot, okay?"

[shadows_have_offended]

If Neil weren't still holding the eggnog, he might have done something about the cheek squishing. As it is, he sort of blushes under it and just sort of suffers along, trying to figure out where the shift came from.

And it takes him several seconds, as Caleb waxes about how great he is. He realizes that, for all they've been to a party or two with alcohol, they tend to stick pretty close together while it's happening, and this is probably the closest, and most intimate, gathering they've been at where people have been drinking. And Neil was gone for, what, nearly fifteen, twenty minutes?

Was that enough to...?

"Hey," he says again, turning his head to give Caleb's palm a shy kiss. "Do we need to go take a walk outside or...or find somewhere quiet? The nog might help sober you up?"

He doesn't really know how this works.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb giggles stupidly when Neil kisses his palm. "Oh my god, I'm totally drunk right now. Shh, shh, it's okay, 'cause I didn't actually drink, so it'll go away. But this is, this is important, okay? Shh, I have to tell you something." He presses their foreheads together, hands still on Neil's cheeks (though no longer squishing them). "You are so fucking great? You're, like, amazing." He doesn't regulate his volume despite how close he is to Neil's face right now. "I was a total jerk and you're not even mad, an' you're trying to take care of me 'cause everything's swirly, 'cause that's how smart you are!"

[shadows_have_offended]

Caleb is noisy without be loud, just a lot to take in, but in the best way, and it's such a wild deviation from their verbal scuffle that it soothes whatever else Neil might have been feeling. It's overwhelming, but only in good ways.

He can't help but roll his eyes a little bit, but at least he's smiling.

"Okay," he says, and manages to get one of Caleb's hands. "Here, take your eggnog, we're going to go find somewhere quiet to sit down for a little while."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Oh, hey, fuck, they've got a library here!" This time, it's whispered out in an eager hiss, because you're supposed to be quiet in libraries. He wraps his hands around the eggnog and takes a sip like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. "Daniel told me, they've got a whole library, we can go there!"

[shadows_have_offended]

"Try not to get too excited about the library, please," Neil says, and he manages a soft laugh. He wanted to hold one of Caleb's hands, to keep him close, but then he holds the glass with both hands, so Neil loops an arm around him instead, guiding him away from the party.

"Do you know where it is?" Neil can guess, thinking about how old houses like this tend to be put together.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Not even a little," he answers, snickering. Then he gasps and points in a random direction. "Fuck, yes I do!" he yells, then shushes Neil like he's the one who yelled. "I was in it. I was checking the lights, and Daniel left one on for me tonight, he told me." He leans closer, green eyes going big and liquid and serious. "D'you think he knew I'd get drunk?" he whispers, utterly ready for a conspiracy.

[shadows_have_offended]

"I mean, he clearly knew better than I did," Neil says, but at least he's sort of laughing about it now, smiling, enjoying the silliness of Caleb's mood now.

When they get to the library, Neil turns on a couple more lights and shuts the door, as if closing out the party will help with the situation. He's not sure if it will, but it's worth a shot, right?

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Somehow, miraculously, Caleb manages not to spill his eggnog. He continues sipping it once they're in the library, and he hums at the flavor before tipping pulling Neil into a hug and resting their heads together.

"You're such a boyfriend," he murmurs, contented and warm, if still a bit slurred.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil's quiet for a second, holding onto Caleb, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Even if Caleb's in a good mood now, it's one induced by a bunch of good moods around him, and good drunken moods, and Neil's never seen him quite like this before. He's not sure what to do.

After a moment, he realizes he has to say something.

"Thanks?" He laughs about that stupid response, at least, just once. Soft and quiet. "You are too, Caleb. I'm sorry I snapped at you, I shouldn't--"

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Shh, psh-psh-psh-psh," Caleb interrupts, and sort of squishes their noses together when he goes in for an affectionate nuzzle. "No, you're fine, Neil, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine." He kisses him, drinking in the mossy green of Neil's feelings. It's sunkissed, right now, dappled over with Neil's concern and plush with his amusement. As it settles into his body, it pushes away the swirliness of everyone else.

And in the wake of it, a headache burbles up like carbonation, settling at the top of his brain and expanding.

He takes a deep breath, but it's not something that he can push out of himself. It's a side-effect, and one that has to run its course, like any side-effect. But it still makes him groan weakly, and he hides his face against Neil's shoulder.

[shadows_have_offended]

There isn't even room for joking indignation at being shushed like that, because as soon as it's done, Caleb is murmuring assurances, and kissing him, and Neil feels maybe a little guilty about that, but only a little bit. And even that melts away into nothing at all.

He runs the fingers of his free hand up the back of Caleb's neck and into his hair, rubbing his scalp gently.

"You wanna sit down for a little bit?"

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Fuck, yes please," he sighs out, and then whines out a pitiful little laugh. But he makes no effort to actually move and sit, he just clings to Neil for a moment.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. "We're supposed to be having a good time at a party and I'm being such an asshole."