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[stuckonyourheart]

There's a nebulous period that Patrick thinks is acceptable to have holiday gifts during, and for David, he picks a rough period that's close to Christmas, even though he knows that technically they could also be doing Hanukkah. And yet, he also remembers the big rush last year with Johnny deciding he wanted a big family Christmas.

Patrick's not complaining. There's no store to mine for decorations this time and thanks to the difference in time between them, Patrick also knows a perfect gift for them. He'd worked a few extra shifts doing math tutoring to buy it, which means that he's able to have it wrapped and ready when he comes home, carrying the large box with a bag on top of it. It fills him with absolute warmth as he steps over the threshold into their home, because it's more than he had at home. Here, this is their place, firmly together.

Back home, it had still felt like Patrick's, because David didn't love it the way that he should, not for a place that belonged to both of them.

Maybe at some point, they'll find something here that they both like. For now, he's happy to just be here with David. Peering just over the large wrapped gift, he tries to signal David with his eyes. "Can you take the bag?" he requests. "There's some cheese and wine inside." He's also not about to cook a whole holiday dinner, but he figures that he can do that much.

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[very_uninterested]

David goes to the drawer and returns with a pair of pliers, handing them to Patrick with the confidence of someone who's never held a tool in his entire life. He remembers watching Mutt build something once, that amazing cedar chest for his knits, but he hadn't exactly helped. Mutt had known better than to ask.

"What else?" he asks.

Usually he's not quite so keen on helping someone work, but in this case, he figures he's going to be reaping all kinds of benefits, so he might as well try to lend a hand.

[stuckonyourheart]

Patrick gives him an appreciative smile, leaning over for a kiss, leaning back over the counter. "I think you're gonna need to open the counter from below, I need to connect some of the piping to the water so it can just draw from the sink."

Hopefully, that won't cause other issues, but this might end up being a project that's a touch longer than he'd expected.

"And I know this is supposed to be sexy, but I'm actually kind of cold," he admits. "Maybe a sweater?"

[very_uninterested]

"Okay, so I'm all here for espresso, but maybe we can worry about it tomorrow?" David asks, walking his fingers up Patrick's arm. "I didn't realize you would have to turn into a legitimate plumber to make it happen."

He had sort of just thought they would turn it on and it would start making coffee.

"Then you can put on a sweater or we can just get cozy under a blanket."

[stuckonyourheart]

Patrick lets the wrench fall into his waiting palm, his smile playfully growing as David starts to walk his fingers up his arm. "Tomorrow," he echoes, like he intends to consider it, but then he grins and nods. "I think we can make tomorrow work."

He sets it aside so he can wrap his arms around David's waist. "And until tomorrow, where do you want to get cozy?" he whispers.

[very_uninterested]

"Um, bed?" David asks, like it should be obvious. "Or the couch, I guess. Where else do people get cozy these days?"

He's not sure if they're using get cozy as a euphemism for sex, but either way, his answer is the same, because he's not as young as he used to be, according to his crow's feet, and he's pretty sure his back can't handle sex or cuddling on the kitchen floor.

And he would very much like to be able to stand up straight in the morning.

[stuckonyourheart]

"Bed," Patrick echoes with a fond grin and nods towards the bedroom, which just so happens to be in an actually different room, so it's already a step above what they had in Schitt's Creek. "And in the morning, I'll see what I can do with an internet tutorial, a few wrenches, and some determination to get you a coffee first thing."

[very_uninterested]

"Ugh, no wonder I love you," David says, the words coming easier than they used to. He takes Patrick's hand and heads for the hall, grateful all over again that he's not still stuck sharing a space with Alexis.

Private time had been tough to come by in Schitt's Creek.

"Merry Christmas," he says, pausing by the bedroom door to kiss Patrick.