It’s cold outside, causing Stede and Izzy to reflexively get closer to each other as they walk through tree-lined paths, merging with a group of other guests on the way to the biggest evergreen on the property. Here, too, is seasonally decorated, with lights already in the smaller trees and wreaths attached to the signs that point their way to their destination.
He sees Ed and Frenchie, maybe, and thinks: <i>if I were really in love with Izzy, what would I do?</i>
And then he does it.
Izzy doesn’t protest as Stede slings an arm around his shoulders, affectionate and protective all at once. Immediately he feels a little more secure, sure that they won’t lose each other in this crowd. This close, Stede can see that Izzy’s winter hat is well-loved, and he starts to imagine a side of Izzy that’s careful, gentle with his things. Maybe gentle with a lover, too.
“Walk slower, I’ve got a bad leg,” Izzy says, sounding rather irate, and not careful or loving at all. Well, then.
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