Mike blinks into the darkness, thumbing through the book of Sara's he'd borrowed for tonight's segment, the words only just legible in the faint moonlight coming through the window. It's always silly, watching John pretend to be McIntyre, and then his playacting with AJ... he snorts fondly, shaking his head. The things he goes along with that I suggest, he thinks, rolling his eyes as he glances over to where his best friend is sleeping, one arm thrown off of the bed as he breathes in deeply.
Setting the book aside, Mike stands and stretches, feeling his body protest after years of wrestling, of falling, and crashing through things, and everything else imaginable. He waits until his lower back cracks, then he steps forward, taking John's hand and carefully tucking it back under the sheets. "G'night, John," he murmurs, watching him sleep for a few seconds before crawling back into his own bed, relieved that it's still warm and snug. Florida nights do get pretty chilly, after all.
Returning home this close to Christmas feels... amazing. Mike won't even have to work on any of the holidays, with all of them falling on Friday this year, and he can barely sit still as he holds George close and watches Sara play on the floor with a fond smile on his face. "Having nice thoughts?" AJ asks when she sees him, returning from her office where she's working on the latest comic book inspired masterpiece while putting all of the mental health advocacies she know of on her shoulders.
"Yeah," he says, gripping her by the hip and dragging her down to sit with him. "Thinking about spending Christmas and New Years with my three favorite people." They'll be skyping, and exchanging gifts that were dropped off ahead of time, with everyone else, but had ultimately made the decision they just want it to be the four of them, since Mike doesn't regularly have both holidays off.
"It sounds so nice," AJ sighs, leaning up to kiss him. "I've been looking forward to it since we decided this." She strokes George's head as he drifts off to sleep against his dad's chest and smiles broadly.
"Me too," Mike tells her with a fond smile. "I think it was a really, really choice. We can just relax and breathe for awhile, which after this year, is all I really want to do."
She takes his hand, cradles it close, and kisses his knuckles. "Me too," she echoes, watching him with a small smile.
He scrunches his nose up at her and laughs, drawing her in for another kiss without disrupting George too badly. "I love you," he whispers into her lips.
She sighs, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you too."