Pac is standing outside, enjoying the warm mid-afternoon sun against his shoulders. He's so used to England weather that this is somewhat novel, actually feeling comfortable in his own skin, much less in December, that when he has the opportunity, he wears as little as possible. It gets a lot of comments, and a fair deal of mockery, but he doesn't care. It feels good, it feels right, to him, and he doesn't hear any complaints from those who truly matter, so on he goes.

He's still lost in thought, enjoying the sun, when the dojo door behind him opens and familiar footsteps tread their way up to him. He doesn't move or acknowledge them, just continues to listen to their approach. It doesn't last for long, his partner incapable of staying still long enough to take in moments like these, but he's not surprised or bothered after years of being together.

"Hey," TJ says, leaning into him, his arm pressing into Pac's side. "What are you doing still out here? Told you you were welcome inside, help us kick some of these rookies into shape. Just try not to kill someone," he says dryly.

Pac scoffs a little, casting a dark glance towards him. "Mox is not here, that won't be a problem," he says, turning his gaze back towards the horizon. "This isn't your way to trick me into a holiday party, is it?" He's asked before, and TJ has denied, but he knows it has to be coming. At least once a holiday season, TJ somehow works circles around him and tricks him into going to one obnoxious, loud, very American party, and he vows every year that this will be the year he proves too smart for it, but it's yet to come.

"Of course not, do you think I'm dressed for a party?" TJ plucks at his sweaty tank top and rolls his eyes back at Pac. "C'mon, Nev, what do you say?"

"I say eventually you'll have to start calling me Pac," he grumbles, eyes narrowed as he looks at TJ.

"Nah, you were Nev when we got to know each other, you'll always be Nev," he says cheerfully, unbothered by the despairing glower Pac shoots his way.

Pac sighs, needing a change of topic. To stop making TJ be so... excited. "Fine," he says. "Let's go in."

TJ's grin only grows. "Really?" He throws an arm around Pac's bare shoulders and leads him towards the building. "We going to show these kids how it's done? Wanna do a little exhibition match to start things off?"

Pac sighs. "Yes, fine," he says, used to this by now. Every time TJ convinces him to show up to the dojo, it always goes the same way. He's started to think it's just a way for TJ to relive how their relationship first began, all of those years ago, on 205 Live.

He doesn't mind as much as he pretends to, even when his gaze rests on all of the various Christmas decorations scattered around the room. Nothing comes of it, he's led to the ring and they begin their usual show for the various trainees circling the ring, everything flowing easily, as it always does between the two of them.

There are worse ways, he decides as he sweeps TJ's legs out from under him and hops up to the top rope, to spend a holiday season.