“Why does it keep fallin’ over like that…” mutters Reno, piping frosting onto the edges of his gingerbread roof for what felt like the tenth time. He frowns, brows knit in deep concentration. His normally unused kitchen was a mess of candy bits and sugar, but Reno didn’t mind. It always felt warmer when you came over, and he seemed to look forward to it more and more lately.

Reno looks over at your pristine, elegant gumdrop-encrusted gingerbread house and nearly chokes; you were building a candy cane fence now, outperforming his sloppy gingerbread house in every way. “The hell?! You’re showing off now, huh?”

So much of your things had migrated over to his apartment, including your clothes and hair products, and his once sterile bachelor pad now felt like an actual home. With you spending more than half of the holidays with him this year, Reno has to wonder why neither of you has brought up the next steps. “So… you know how we’ve been doin’ this whole... thing for a while now?” he starts. Why stop at building gingerbread houses; why not build an actual home together?