"Can I see you?" Evan asked for the millionth time since he'd started playing with the guy. "Please?"

"Not now." Delirious grinned as they played alone together.

"Then when?" Evan huffed.

"I don't know, Evan." He shrugged to himself. "Why are you being so pushy all of a sudden?"

Evan sighed. "You've just been saying how bad you want to meet everyone for forever now. But you won't come to cons and you won't turn your camera on. Luke gets to see you all the time, why can't I?"

Delirious sat back in his chair. "Seriously, Evan? Luke gets to see me because he's known me since I was twelve years old. You know that. Dumbass. My mom gets to see me, does that make you jealous, too?"

"I'm not jealous."

"Yeah the hell you are."

They both put down their controllers.

"No." Evan said stiffly. "I just think that we've been friends long enough now that I at least deserve to see your face."

"So if I have a huge insecurity about my looks and it's the reason I've always hid, you would still think you deserve to see me even though you know it would make me extremely uncomfortable? All because you've known me for a long time?"

Evan sat there stunned until he found words, "I….no, that's not what I want. God, I'm such an asshole. I didn't mean it that way. Don't show anyone your face unless you want to. I'm sorry, Delirious. I'm just always on the edge of my seat when it comes to you. We're so close now and really good friends. I even have dreams about you and you have a different face each time. It's just kind of….it's like waiting for Christmas, but Christmas hasn't come for three years. I'm sorry for pushing you, Delirious. Forget I said any of that, man."

Delirious was quiet for a moment, taking in Evan's apology. "It's fine, Evan. I know I frustrate the shit out of you all the time. Not showing you my face is the cherry on top, probably."

"It is, but I won't bother you about it anymore. I didn't mean to make you mad. It's your face and your privacy and I had no right." Evan said and Delirious could hear the regret in his voice. It was cute and he was smiling despite the argument they'd just had.

"Evan. It's okay. Let's get back to the game. My character is getting stalked by a honey badger again." He giggled and stood back as Evan fought it off for him.

Months passed and Evan never brought it up again. He went to cons and never asked Delirious if he was going. As much as he wanted to, he didn't pry.

Jonathan got less and less active the closer the 25th of December got and that's when Evan noticed the attachment he had with the guy. It was almost unbearable. So he began texting him every other day and it only made him want to see his face even more.

"What's up, loser?" Evan text him Christmas night, when his family had left and the festivities had died down. He ran his hands through his hair and fell to his couch.

"Nothing much. Just freezing my ass off." Delirious replied.

"Why? What are you doing?" Evan typed.

Delirious sent back, "Standing on my friend's front porch waiting on him to answer the door."

Evan read the text again and his head snapped up when there was a knock on his door. His heart hit his throat and he almost tripped over himself getting to the door. When he opened it, there was a guy with a face he didn't recognize. But he wore a smile that told him all he needed to know.

"Please let me in. I didn't fly all this way to die from frost bite at your front door." Jonathan said and Evan laughed, pulling him inside out of the snow. He helped him out of the three layers of jackets and made him stand by the fire to warm up.

Evan couldn't stop staring and his heart wouldn't stop hammering. Jonathan looked up at him and Evan was stunned, watching the flames flicker in his crystal blue eyes.

"I forgot to grab your gift when I left my house. So you probably won't get it until January." Delirious laughed and rubbed his hands together.

Evan continued to stare, a permanent grin set on his face. "I don't need anything. This is enough."

Delirious slowly smiled and Evan had never been so flustered over someone's face before. He reached out and touched his cheek with the tips of his fingers then pulled him into a hug that was years overdue. "I'm so fucking glad you're here. Jesus."

Delirious hummed against his shoulder, amused at how emotional the guy was getting. "Merry Christmas, Evan."

He squeezed him tighter and the rest of the night was filled with laughter, spiked apple cider, and a smile that Evan would never forget.