Harv slid carefully out of the bed he was sharing with Mack and pulled on the flannel pants lying on floor next to the bed. He grabbed his gun off the bedside table before heading out to the living room. A quick look at the clock on the wall told him it had officially been Christmas for a little over three hours. He snorted – why the hell was he even bothering to celebrate at all. The only Christmas's he'd ever had as a child had been horribly scarring experiences.
Because HERS weren't…. came the soft reply from Harvey.
Great. So here I am, unable to sleep while my woman is in bed dreaming about fucking santa.
It makes her happy.
Yeah well a little murder and mayhem makes me happy, but you don't see her helping me with that.
Now you're just being an ass.
Harv snarled at his other half and moved towards the whisky decanter on the fireplace when a sleepy voice called his name from the edge of the hallway. He half turned to see Mack making her way across the moonlit living room, his dress shirt hanging off her smaller frame.
She sidled up next to him, and slid her arms around his mid section. "Couldn't sleep?"
"Obviously," he said curtly.
Mack ignored his surliness, accustomed to his usually sharp responses, "tell me about it."
Harv looked out the sliding glass door and watched the snow fall for a long moment before responding with a firm no. He reached out and poured himself a glass of whiskey before taking a seat on the nearby couch, dismissing her presence with his silence.
He sat there, sipping his whiskey- deliberately ignoring her. It wasn't until she'd turned around to head back to bed that she heard the almost inaudible demand, "sit."
She turned back to him, eyes studying his face- hoping for some indication of his mood in his facial expression. He felt her eyes rake over him, but he betrayed nothing, continuing to stare at the window and the accumulating snow.
Slowly she made her way across the room towards him, grabbing a blanket before sinking down next to him. Harv tossed one arm across the back of the couch to accommodate her and she slid against his side, her head leaning comfortable against his shoulder.
They were silent for a long moment and then, "Merry Christmas, Harv." He gave no indication he'd heard, except for the soft squeeze he gave her moments later.