Day 7 – 20 December

Yao had just tidied up the mess Hong Kong had made in the living room. He lumbered back to his bedroom, ready to go to sleep himself.

Arthur was up in bed. It looked like he was waiting for Yao. He had a box on his lap. Arthur was looking at Yao mischievously.

Yao slipped into bed beside Arthur. Nowadays, whenever Arthur was acting sneaky and suspicious, Yao expected that he had a Christmas present for him. "Is that for me, aru?"

Arthur nodded. "Open it," he told Yao.

Yao shifted the box to his lap, and lifted the lid. He peered curiously into the box. There were some photos in the box. Yao took one of them out and looked at it. It was a picture of Arthur and him kissing under a mistletoe one Christmas. He remembered that incident very clearly – Arthur had just told him about the Western tradition of kissing under a mistletoe and they had decided to try it out.

Yao immediately turned towards Arthur. His face was red. "Who took this?!" he demanded.

Arthur smirked. "Antonio did, at that Christmas party in America five years ago," he replied.

"I wasn't aware that anyone was paying any attention to us, aru," Yao mumbled. He picked up the stack of photos from the box and flipped through them. They were various pictures of Arthur and Yao during their time together in the past years. "How did you get these pictures?"

"My friends," Arthur shrugged.

Yao exhaled in wonderment. "I'm impressed," he commented. "That's A LOT of candid photos of us."

"I know, right?" Arthur laughed heartily.

Yao showed a picture of Arthur placing a wreath of flowers on his head to Arthur. "I like this one, aru," he said. "Maybe I should frame this one up."

Arthur looked at Yao lovingly. "You do whatever you want with the photos – they are yours now."

Yao nodded and kissed Arthur's cheek. "You are the sweetest companion anyone could ask for," he told Arthur.

Arthur blushed brightly.