Matt Rehwoldt sits in the office he'd set aside for his streaming, staring at the tree as the lights circling it flashes and races, sometimes flickering out and letting him sit in the darkness before slowly brightening once more. He hums and sips his whiskey, savoring the taste. He listens as the apartment door opens and Miro's familiar steps echo through the apartment, tapping his fingers against the glass while he waits.

Listening to Miro grumbling to himself, dropping his luggage in the closet and kicking his shoes off, draping his coat over the hook by the door, Matt kicks his feet up and enjoys the few remaining moments to himself before the door is pushed open and Miro stares at him from the hallway. Matt quirks an eyebrow at him and waves the bottle of whiskey at him. "Want one?" he asks, pulling a second glass towards him.

Miro exhales. "Make it a double," he says, wandering into the room and taking the glass from Matt once it's filled. "Thank you." He foregoes the chair next to Matt and settles down on the floor by his feet. "What an exhausting day," he mumbles, dropping his head back against Matt's knee.

Matt hums, takes another lazy sip, then trails his fingers over Miro's forehead as he enjoys the faint buzz of the alcohol. "How's CJ?" he wonders quietly.

"Better," Miro says. "I think. Will check in on her in the morning. It's good to be home, though."

Matt nods. "Glad you're home," he says, pressing a button to slow the lights down so Miro can just relax and enjoy the moment without feeling like their eyes are getting assaulted every time the lights change sequence.

"Thank you," Miro murmurs, blinking lazily as he stares at the tree.

"My pleasure," Matt says, slowly tracing his fingertips against Miro's temple, down to his jaw, feeling the tension leave him little by little. "Any plans for Christmas?" he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Miro chuckles. "Yeah," he says, tilting his head up to look at him. "Forget wrestling for awhile and tease you while you stream ridiculous video games, I suppose."

Matt smirks. "You know you enjoy watching me play those games," he says, shifting his fingers to brush again through Miro's close cropped hair.

"Depends on the game," Miro mumbles, his eyes slipping closed as he leans against Matt and relaxes further.

"You going to fall asleep down there?" Matt asks, laughing quietly as Miro hums.

"Maybe," he sighs, curling his fingers around Matt's ankle.

"Going to be uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow," Matt points out, swirling his whiskey around his glass.

"Not if you stay as my pillow," Miro mumbles.

Matt scoffs, then laughs. "Yeah, right, man, I'm spending this holiday in my bed, thank you very much." He nudges Miro lightly. "Come on, let's go to bed. I'll bring the tree in, so you can stare at it as you fall asleep."

Miro grumbles, sitting up. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Nope." He puts his whiskey down and stands, holding a hand out. "Come on. Things'll look better in the morning. It's Christmas Eve."

Miro sighs, taking his hand and allowing himself to be pulled up to his feet. "One can hope," he says, following him out of the office towards the bedroom.

"It will," Matt says, nudging him lightly. "You'll see."

"I suppose," Miro says, shrugging, lips twitching up into a faint smile. "We'll see."

Matt nods. He'll do his best to wake up before Miro, start breakfast, wrap presents, and do what he can to make things more joyful and stress-free for him. It's the least he can do.