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It was a week until Christmas; Greg was proud he'd got all his Christmas shopping done.
They'd agreed to buy presents separately for everyone as even after the year or so they'd had, they liked being their own people.
(Greg had made Mycroft promise not to spend more than £50 on him. He'd wanted the cap to be at £20 but Mycroft had pouted and gave him that look and Greg couldn't find it in himself to argue further. In hindsight he should 've realised Mycroft was a manipulative bastard, but he loved him anyway.)
Setting his Christmas gifts down on the sofa in the living room he went in search of the wrapping paper Mycroft had told him was in the storage room.
His partner was OCD tidy, it was clear from his behaviour and his tie rack. The storage room was tidy too. Eerily tidy. Boxes were stacked and shelves with neat handwritten labels stating exactly what they held. An umbrella stand held the wrapping paper for all sorts of occasions. Lifting out a nice robin patterned print he retrieved the scissors and tape and went to wrap his gifts.
It wasn't until he was returning the remaining paper and utensils that he noticed the big box labelled 'CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS'
Taking a peek inside he saw tinsel and beamed.