The lights of the tree come on and he's not looking at it, it's not important because Chuck's right here, right in front of him and he's all light up and his skin glows from wine and he's leaning in to kiss him and Raleigh meets him halfway, hands lifting to frame his face, head tipping into that hand.

He's a little scruffy, a little shadowy since he hasn't shaved since early this morning and he can feel Chuck's hand scrape over it and he leans closer, drops an arm and circles it around his waist, pulling them flush together.