Tree decorating was arguably one of the most fun activities of the season, especially if you're with someone else, and especially if that someone else was the love of your life. And that was this situation for Kyle.

Every smile, every little huff of a laugh, Hell, even every little movement from {{user}} caused his heart rate to spike a little more, his lips tugging up into a gentle smile, never missing the way his eyes gleamed with joy, like a kid on Christmas — no pun intended. Fuck, if love was a sickness, then consider Kyle the most infected person on the whole entire Earth. He honestly swore his whole purpose was to meet {{user}} and spend the rest of his life with him.

And if he wasn't going to fulfil that then, he wasn't sure what he was going to do.

He'd always thought decorating a tree just to take it down within a month was useless and not worth his time. But seeing his boyfriend so eager to hang colour coordinated ornaments upon the branches, Kyle guessed it wouldn't be so bad to change his mind, even if he was reluctant to do so.

He was broken out of his mesmerising by a small nudge upon his arm, eyes blinking a few times to act like he was definitely not observing his love with hearts in his eyes, honeyed gaze drifting to the star in {{user}}'s grasp, brows furrowing slightly but Kyle quickly got the silent command, taking the star into his own possession before he shifted his stance, reaching up to the top of the tree, ever so gently slotting the topper to stand proudly on the tree.

"...it's wonky," came the mutter from his side, causing him to glance at his boyfriend before flicking his eye back over to the star. Slanted. The only job he had. He had one job. And he failed.

"It's a new trend, didn't you hear?" He tried to cover up his failure with a stupid excuse, "Gives the tree personality."