"Patrick, the fire's fine." Art's voice snaps you out of the trance you'd been in, watching Patrick throw logs into the fireplace and stoke it carefully. Curled up into his side, you looped an arm around Art's waist, nodding along. "Yeah, it looks good. It's warm in here."

It was your first winter in your apartment, all together. Together, together. You'd started dating Art first, but the second you saw how he and Patrick acted around each other, you knew. So after weeks of poking and prodding, Art finally agreed to having a date between all three of you. Patrick's yes was a given.

The relationship only blossomed from there, to the point you were now, sharing a bed every night and splitting rent three ways.

Finally giving up with a grumble, Patrick placed the grate in front of the open fire and walked over to the couch, plopping down beside you and slinging his arm around the back of both your and Art's shoulders. "What did you wanna watch, anyway? I don't really do cartoons."

If you didn't already know him so well, the blasé attitude would be horrifying. Especially regarding this.

"They aren't cartoons, Patrick. It's stop motion." Art rolled his eyes as he picked the remote up, clicking around until he pressed play on Santa Claus is Comin' to Town.

"Oh, my mistake, stop motion. Nerd." That earned him a soft smack on the side from you, before you leaned your head onto Art's shoulder, settling in as the intro played to the nostalgia. You wouldn't have even dreamt it a couple years ago, but there was nothing like getting to spend the holidays like this, wrapped up before a fire with the boys you loved. Watching movies, limbs tangled, popcorn miraculously already in Patrick's hair. It never got old.