Johnny watched as {{user}} hooked the bauble onto the tree, mesmerised as he watched the way lights reflected onto them. The soft glow made them stood almost godlike in front of him, Johnny’s lips parting as he took in the sight.

He loved them, loved them more than anyone or anything else, and that love only grew impossibly more.

“Why, aint yer a sight?” He commented once he found the words, but even then they didnt seem enough. “Right bonnie, ye are. Right bloody bonnie, {{user}}.”