Being out in the crowds did very little for his current emotional state. He wasn’t used to feeling so much…sorrow? He didn’t even know if that was the right word, didn’t really care either. He saw the lovers walking hand in hand and it made him long for his angel lover even more. And his brothers, just as he figured they were out enjoying themselves, dining on the lost and desperate souls seeking some sort of solace during the holiday season. Why couldn’t he bring himself to join them? Just throw on a Santa hat and have a few good frolics in the bed with some stranger? That was how he should be spending his holiday.
Not moping.
“Well…fuck,” he grumbled, snapping back to the sanctity of his bedroom. If he had been hoping to find a touch of solace in the comfort of familiarity, he was wron
