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The younger one looked at his husband “ What do you mean? “. Skid looked at his chubby partner “ That feeling should have been gone years ago . Why is it still here? I don’t know what to do with myself, I can’t even feel like a fucking stable parent without thinking I should have just ended it. “.
Pump holds his partner’s hands and responded immediately “ I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. If you think suicide is the answer to your problems then you’re mistaken. There are people who care about you. I care about you . “
“ Sometimes… I just feel stuck… like I don’t know what to do. I didn’t want you to worry- “
“ You cry. “
“ … “
“ Do I like seeing you sad? No, but I don’t want you keeping this shit inside forever. “
Pump opened his eyes…
He sat up on his bed and looked at time…
2:58…
What was- oh…
He was drunk…
The adult then looks at the empty chip bags on the bed. He must have been hungry earlier…
At least Belladonna isn’t here to see this. She would have been thinking that she’ll get to stay up all night. At least she’s with Lila.
He gets on his own two feet to pick up until he heard something from downstairs. The adult dropped the bags and grabs the crowbar from under the bed “ I’m not having Christmas ruined because of some intruder. “.
Skid is already dead…
This is gonna be his first Christmas without him…
It felt like so much has happened…
He grips onto the weapon and leaves the room. The man slowly walked downstairs. Pump couldn’t see the person clearly, but he could tell that they were smaller than him. He slowly enters the living room and sees a light switch.
He turns on the light and said “ You wanna die or somethin’- “
…
Pico looked behind him and replies “ No fucking thank you. “. The chubby man lowers his weapon “ You could have use the door like a normal person. “
“ Says the fat fuck who entered my apartment by yeeting himself to the window. “
“ Fair point. Anyways, what are you doing here? “
“ I forgot to deliver one last present to your kid. Is she sleeping right now? “
“ Yeah. I dropped her off to spend time with Lila earlier. “
The older adult puts the present under the tree and asks “ I got nothing else to do, so can I hang with you for a bit? “.
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“ Yo Pico, you hungry? I can make some popcorn if ya want. “
“ Nah I’m good. “
The adults were apparently watching some Christmas specials because why the fuck not?
Pump slowly got up and stretches “ I’m gonna grab another beer. I’ll be back in a sec. “. He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He wanted to stay up a little longer, but it was already three something in the morning.
He needed to be fully rested, so he can spend time with his daughter…
“ You just gonna stand there or… “
“ Just thinking about stuff. “
He closes the fridge and opened the drawer “ Did you just suddenly get bored or something? “ Pump asked jokingly. Pico pulls out a cigarette and replies “ Nah. I’m just waiting for ya. “.
The chubby man looked at the cigarette “ You need a lighter? “
“ Nah. I got my own. “
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Pump looked at the ground…
Fuck this feels different…
“ So… it’s been a few months since Skid died. How you feeling? “
“ I’m doing fine… “
“ Sounds like you lying. “
The younger one takes a sip from his beer and replies “ I ain’t lying. It was rough, but I was able to get through it. “
“ Hmm… then why did I find some beer bottles and empty bags of chips in your bedroom? “
YOU FORGOT TO WHAT-
Pump looked up and asks “ Didn’t you say you went to the bathroom? “
“ Yeah and right after that I went into your bedroom. “
Pico sat up and looked at the one next to him. The younger adult does a facepalm and said “ I just wanted to be alone for the night. Get my mind cleared up before I pick up Bella. “.
The older one nodded and replies with “ So you aren’t okay. “. Pump holds onto black shorts and looked away. Even if he found out that his husband died, he was fine…
Even if he found out who killed Skid, he basically got pissed off, but he turned out fine…
Even when he turned to drinking, he turned out fine…
“ I… I just want everything to turn out perfect. “
“ Dude, you’re changing the subject. “
“ I am not! “
Pump quickly turns his head and looked away again. He just wanted this conversation to end already. Pico sighs and kept his hand to the one next to him “ Dude, I care about you. “.
His hand was being squeezed…
The younger adult kept his grip tight “ Shit was happening okay? “. Pico only nodded…
4:30 am…
“ Pump, wake up. “
“ Hm?… oh fuck what time is it? “
“ Four thirty. “
“ Was I asleep for that long? “
Pump picked up the beer bottles and Pico just pulls out another cigarette “ Yeah. Anyways, I’m about to leave. “. The younger one bends down to pick up a cigarette “ Mhm. Have a good Christmas. “.
The older one turns around and replies “ You too. Take care of yourself okay? “. The younger one sighs “ Mhm… “
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Putting the trash away was tiring, but at least it’s worth it.
Pump covers himself with the blanket and takes a glimpse of the photo frame…
He sighs and said “ I miss you. It ain’t Christmas without you. “. He closes his eyes and instantly fell asleep.
A ghost appeared behind him and whispered…
“
I miss you too, Pump.
“