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back, stretching his neck in the same move.
    Colin swallowed, willing himself to get some control.
    “What do you do for tradition?” Logan asked him. “Obviously it’s not movies.”
    Colin’s lips were dry, so he licked them. It had the added bonus of giving him time to think. “I go visit my parents. For the last couple of years that’s meant skiing, but we don’t have anything we consider a tradition really.” And they didn’t. They had different food from year to year, they went to different places to celebrate, and they didn’t decorate together or go look at lights. Some years they weren’t even all together. “We’re not really a family of tradition, I guess.”
    Logan hummed, looking thoughtful. “If you had to pick a Christmas tradition, what would it be?”
    Colin thought about it. “I guess it would be driving around and looking at the lights. People do the craziest things with their decorations.”
    “Well that won’t work,” said Logan. “We can’t go around looking at lights when there’s a blizzard.”
    “You should have specified,” said Colin. “You didn’t say we had to be able to do it.”
    Logan rolled his eyes. “Pick something we can actually do.”
    Colin tried to think of Christmasy things. “Um.”
    “It’s not rocket science,” teased Logan. “Just think of something you like doing.”
    “Hot chocolate and a nap?” he tried.
    “Now that I can do.” Logan disentangled their legs, much to Colin’s dismay, and stood. “I’ll get the hot chocolate, why don’t you pick a book? There’s a closet of them off the hall going to the game room.”
    Loath as he was to leave the comfort of the couch, Colin shoved himself up and got moving. “You put your books in a closet?” he asked.
    “It’s a large closet, and it keeps Shea’s dog hair from getting in them,” called Logan.
    He wasn’t kidding. The closet in the hall wasn’t so much a closet as it was a small bedroom. Colin was pretty sure he’d stayed in hotel rooms that were tinier than this closet. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with books. “Unreal,” he muttered.
    There were so many options that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Logan found him sitting on the floor, The Hobbit in one hand and The Mysteries of Sherlock Holmes in the other. “I can’t decide,” said Colin, tilting his head to look back at him. “You’ve given me too many options.”
    “Have you read either of them?”
    “Both,” admitted Colin.
    “Then go with The Hobbit . You can at least finish it before you leave.” Before he left he said, “You better put Sherlock back where you found him.”
    Colin put Sherlock back where he found him (or where he thought he’d found him) and headed back to the living room. Logan was back in his spot, a Kindle in one hand and his drink in the other. Colin’s drink was sitting on the coffee table, waiting for him.
    “All those hard copies and you’ve got a Kindle,” he said.
    “Ran out of space to put all the hard copies,” answered Logan. He entwined their legs again once Colin was on the couch.
    “You could give away some of the old ones to make space for the new,” pointed out Colin. He adjusted his right leg, trying to return to the ankle touching from earlier. He’d definitely lost his mind, he decided.
    “Perish the thought,” said Logan. “I don’t give my books away.”
    Colin held up the hand with his book in it. “The thought is perished,” he said. “So sorry.”
    Logan looked smug, but he didn’t say anything else. He tucked his chin to his chest and focused on the screen. Colin followed his example, wriggling around to get himself comfortable and then settling in to read. Maybe he’d talk Logan into watching the The Hobbit films later. Were non-Christmas themed movies allowed? The one movie took place in winter. That was kind of Christmasy….
    He tried to focus on the book but found that the couch was too comfortable, and Logan was too