Prompt: Imagine person A loves setting up the Christmas tree every year and decorating it perfectly, but recently they broke their leg and it's really hard to decorate the tree. So instead they sit down and sift through the decorations as person B takes them and hangs them on the tree but it's such a silly process like "nonono that's red and it's too close to another red piece you need to move it" "half of the ornaments are red" "well it's TOO CLOSE move it to the left".

I changed this up a little bit, but I hope it still works :D

If You're Gonna Do It, Do It Right

"Mhhm, ok, give me 'nother one."

"Wait, no, you got this all wrong, rookie."

"What do you mean? I put it right where you said."

"The green one goes on the white branch so it sticks out more. And the snowman goes at the very top so it's closer to the star."

"Mike, seriously? Just give me the next damn ornament. I don't have the whole day. I have to go pick up your suit."

"Well I could have hung them all myself, you know. Would've done a better job..."

"Oh, yeah? With your torn ACL? I highly doubt it, old man."

"Well I could've. And look at that baseball! It's supposed to be next to my figurine."

"I still can't believe you have a Christmas ornament of yourself. Al definitely wasn't wrong when he said you were a diva."

"Al said that? Remind me to have a talk with him."

"Is this ok?"

"Wait, move over. I can't see. No, no no! It should be reindeer, red ball, silver then white, not reindeer, red, white and blue. Baker, are you messing with me on purpose?"

"If you continue this way I might just leave you to fend for yourself. What does it matter how the ornaments are arranged? I happen to like it this way."

"Well, I don't. I don't want it to be half bare."

"It's just a Christmas tree."

"You don't understand! It's not just a Christmas tree, Baker!"

"..."

"It's our first joint Christmas tree. I just want it to be perfect."

"Mike..."

"Growing up, I... We never stuck around one place long enough to celebrate Christmas like normal families would. Every year, just around Christmas, my mom would decide we had to move, and so we would just pack our basic belonging, up and leave wherever it was we were staying at that point. I never felt that spirit of holidays. And I never got any presents because mom usually ran out of money by then. When I married Rachel... For the first time, I felt like I had family, ya know? Like, I had someone to actually celebrate this holiday with. We would decorate the tree together, she would hang these things all over our house. Looked like a damn Santa's village, if you ask me. It was good while it lasted. And I was happy. After our separation and divorce, I... I kind of stopped celebrating, I haven't even bought the damn tree since. For the longest time I hated even going out of my house, seeing the city lit up and so damn cheerful while I felt miserable. Blip invited my over a couple of times, but I just couldn't go. I couldn't stand to see them all happy, laughing, being family, doing family things. I knew I would feel like a fifth wheel."

"And now? You don't feel like that, right?"

"No, because now I get to spend my holidays with you. You're my family now, Ginny. And... I'm sorry I was being so annoying with this. I just... I want everything to be perfect. Things are going so great for us and I want to have that feeling again. That I'm not alone."

"That's because you're not. Look, I'm sorry you had such a tough childhood. But we're together now, and we're going to decorate the hell out of our home, and we're gonna snuggle nad I'll even sing to you."

"Hahaha dear god, please, no singing."

"I don't want you to feel lonely, Mike."

"I haven't felt like that in a while, rook. I love you. Thank you for putting up with me."

"Well, somebody's gotta do it. I love you too."

"Now go, put up that star. I want to see how it looks."

"Liar, you just want to sneak a peek under my dress. "

"Maybe."

"And you're shaving that road kill off your face."

"How am I supposed to play Santa then?"