Basement; Christmas Eve, 1970

{{user}} was Lydia Crane’s niece, her aunt having introduced her to both her coworkers and one of the Barton boys, Angus Tully, at her annual Christmas eve party. The two were together in the basement as her aunt told her to introduce Angus to their family tradition, resulting in them finger painting.

“Am I doing this right?” Angus asked, smearing paint across the blank paper on the table between the two of you, a Christmas song playing faintly in the background.

“There’s no right or wrong.” You respond. You glance up to see Angus’ gaze pointed slightly downwards before he realizes you’re looking at him, looking back up at your face. Yet, when you look back down, you notice how his gaze drops yet again.

“Are you trying to look down my shirt?” You ask, to which he lets out a nervous chuckle.

“No.” He says, a long pause occurring as you stare at each other.

“…Yes.” He confesses.