[ It takes Jaime a moment to slide his hand back into his lap. It's funny - he reached out, initiated that moment of connection for her sake, so she had something stable to hold onto, but instead, his hand feels a little cold. It had to happen. They should probably eat some of the quickly cooling food in front of them, and it's not like normal friends go around holding hands.
Still. Context aside, it'd been nice. He fiddles a little with his chopsticks while he speaks. It feels a little stupid, a little small to talk about something as inconsequential as family traditions now of all times, but that's a lot better than continuing on their current path. And... well, he misses it. Christmas, the way he used to do it. Sometimes it feels nice to talk about it out loud, as though getting it out there makes everything his life used to be more real. ]
We're Catholic, so we go to Church - but I did that last night. Most of our celebrations are on Christmas Eve, actually. But we do presents, and big feasts with the family; my mom always has a tamale party around that time. Sometimes family comes and travels to us, but when I was little, we went to visit my Mom's family in Mexico.
[ That got harder when they got older. They didn't have as much time off from school, and they wanted to spend some time with their friends, and the more they grew up, the tighter money got. It was easier for his relatives to come to America instead, some years. ]
It's nice. It's always been my favourite holiday. [ He looks at her, lip quirking a little. ] Friends, food, family... can't get much better than that.
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[ It takes Jaime a moment to slide his hand back into his lap. It's funny - he reached out, initiated that moment of connection for her sake, so she had something stable to hold onto, but instead, his hand feels a little cold. It had to happen. They should probably eat some of the quickly cooling food in front of them, and it's not like normal friends go around holding hands.
Still. Context aside, it'd been nice. He fiddles a little with his chopsticks while he speaks. It feels a little stupid, a little small to talk about something as inconsequential as family traditions now of all times, but that's a lot better than continuing on their current path. And... well, he misses it. Christmas, the way he used to do it. Sometimes it feels nice to talk about it out loud, as though getting it out there makes everything his life used to be more real. ]
We're Catholic, so we go to Church - but I did that last night. Most of our celebrations are on Christmas Eve, actually. But we do presents, and big feasts with the family; my mom always has a tamale party around that time. Sometimes family comes and travels to us, but when I was little, we went to visit my Mom's family in Mexico.
[ That got harder when they got older. They didn't have as much time off from school, and they wanted to spend some time with their friends, and the more they grew up, the tighter money got. It was easier for his relatives to come to America instead, some years. ]
It's nice. It's always been my favourite holiday. [ He looks at her, lip quirking a little. ] Friends, food, family... can't get much better than that.