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Day 18: Ice Skating
Edwin smiled as he watched Thomas lead Niko around the ice with effortless grace. He was accustomed to his lovers easy confidence and fluidity of movement but to see it used to expertly guide Niko's often clumsy exuberance warmed him in a way he had not expected. Not that Thomas was unkind to the others, he was just very often focused on Edwin. The ghost had anticipated needing to coax the Cat King into helping their friend, and even then he would have expected magic, not strong ams and gentle words.
The warmth that filled his chest wasn't caused by woolen clothes, a roaring fire, or crackling purple flames. No, it was sparked by the delighted giggles of his best friend and the rich laughter of the being he loved so much.