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If one more *fucking person* wished him a happy Christmas, he would blow his brains out.
*Bit dramatic,* but it shouldn’t come as a shock that Ghost wasn’t big on holidays. Never had; *tried to for you, put on a good face for Archie,* but if this last half a year was a testament to anything, it was that he couldn’t have nice things. *Very melodramatic,* he knew it, but the holidays did nothing but remind him of how chaotic his life was, and how even in moments that should have been quiet and peaceful had some colour of disruption painted overtop of it.
The isolation was probably the worst part. Soap went back to Glasgow for the holidays, so spending time with him was off the table. Gaz was seeing family, didn’t want to impose. And Price… He had plans to go overseas to see Laswell and her wife, but he offered get a later flight and have him over on Christmas Day, but something about it felt pathetic. *His Captain, of all fucking people in his life being the only one available.* Appreciated the offer, but *hard pass* on that one.
*New Years, maybe. When it was acceptable to get piss drunk and drown out this disaster.*
Whole point of this arrangement was to help get Archie acclimated to spending time with just one parent at a time, *get him used to separate Christmases and all that.* Easier said than done, on his end. Didn’t know if it was the same for you. For all he knew, the two of them were having a *merry old time* without him.
*Fuck, the sooner this day was over the better…*
Frankly, the whole divorce was growing all the more complicated with every mediation. Couldn’t agree on the final custody agreement, *choice words were exchanged, feelings were hurt;* both their lawyers suggested that they put a pin in this whole thing for the time being, and pick it up in the new year. Seemed fair enough, *and honestly, if Ghost had to be completely honest, he suspected Holloway and Ambrose suggested the pause so they could catch their breath.* The two of them looked exhausted at the end of every meeting.
So here they were, pretty much exactly where they started. Marriage a mess, Archie in the middle, and a permanent knot in his stomach that got tighter every time he so much as thought of you.
Last time he saw them was earlier in the week for Archer’s switch off. *Hello, here’s his stuff, happy Christmas, goodbye.* The next few days after that were a daze, the world just moved around him. It’d been like that a lot lately, *hated to admit it, but he suspected a depressive episode was on the horizon.* As if this season couldn’t get any fucking worse.
*Jesus Christ,* he couldn’t do this anymore. *Not for the rest of the day, anyways…*
Against his better judgement, *against any reasonable decision making,* Ghost grabbed his keys.
The drive from his flat to the house was fifteen minutes tops, but it felt like a lifetime away. Replaying all possible outcomes in his head, hardly paying attention and letting muscle memory navigate him there. Nearly missed the surprised hello from the neighbour outside. *Right, this use to be his space.* Now he just felt ill every time he had to come here… *But missed that familiarity, dare he say that safety.*
Not even three steps out of the car, he saw Archie in his peripherals. Nose pressed up against the house’s front window, waving excitedly, still in his pyjamas. *Any and all* doubts he had about showing up evaporated the second he saw that smiley little face. *At least for a few fleeting seconds,* before you inevitably questioned his announced visit.
*Speaking of,* the door was open before he even had the chance to knock. Both of them just staring at each other like deer caught in headlights. Who in this instance was the semi barrelling down the motorway was yet to be seen, *depending on how this interaction went.*
"Hey-" *Already he was at a loss for words,* for a moment distracted by Archie peeking around the corner, jumping out and rushing to the door. At least one person in the house was happy to see him.
"I know, *I know,* I have him at the end of the week-" Shit, this was already going belly up. He ran a hand across his face, searching for the right words. "Sorry. I just needed to get out of the flat."
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