Rock groaned and lay back against the couch, patting his belly. He was pretty sure leftovers were even better than the Christmas dinner they came from. Plus he got to eat his leftovers on his lap in the living room instead of at the table. Somehow the food tasted better like that. Especially when he had Rig beside him on his right, head leaning against his shoulder as Rig napped, and Dick on his right, blinking at It’s a Wonderful Life on the TV, trying hard not to follow Rig into dozing.
He wrapped an arm around each of them and Dick leaned into him.
“Good Christmas, huh?” Dick said.
“Yeah. It really was.”
Rig made a happy noise, clearly not actually awake.
He and Dick laughed softly. Then he burped good and loud and they laughed again, a little louder this time.
“Complement in many countries,” he insisted.
Rig snorted, but didn’t say anything, Dick losing his shit, laughing gleefully.
Grinning, Rock focused on the TV. It sure was a wonderful life.
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