December was usually a less busy month, but it was still early and Miles had a huge workload to deal with before the holidays. As the 8 changed into a 9 on his watch, he finally opened the door of the apartment he shared with Phoenix. "I'm home," he said before something hit him right on the forehead. Stunned, he looked at the green stuff that hanged from the ceiling, tied with a red ruban. Mistletoe.
He had barely understood what was happening when a very happy Phoenix jumped on him and kissed his lips. "Welcome home, Miles."
Miles grumbled : "You know you're supposed to put that stuff higher, right ?"
"Yes, but I'm just starting to put up everything and I decided to do this later."
That was so typical of Phoenix, to start something and postpone its accomplishment... Wait, did he say 'everything' ? Worry wrinkling his brow, Miles headed to the living room. "Oh my god !" Garlands of green and red paper hanged everywhere a naked – for now – fir tree stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by boxes and boxes of tiny Christmas figures.
"Do you like it ?" Phoenix asked.
Miles's delicate fashion sense and refined taste – yes, magenta was a trendy color – made him gag at the awful contrast between red and green that covered his whole living room. But that wasn't something he could say to Phoenix when the man was gleefully smiling at him.
Instead, he chose to reverse to his practical and logical self and crossed his arms. "Phoenix, we're only the 3rd. Don't you think it's a bit early for Christmas spirit ?"
"Never !" Phoenix ran to the tree and picked up a small snowman from one of the boxes. "It's so cute ! I love Christmas."
Miles sighed, defeated. "And I love you," he whispered to himself.
"What did you say ?"
"I said let me help you, Phoenix." Miles joined him next to the tree, and they both decorated it until it sparkled in the middle of the living room.