[DARROW] Christmastime

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We didn't talk much, but I liked Paul. I'd been hoping for a while that I'd encounter him - I had a card in my purse and a small gift that I'd meant to mail and kept forgetting to - when I spotted him outside the store. Smiling, I adjusted the strap on my bag, made my way over and offered a small weave.

"I've been meaning to find you. I've got your Christmas present."

It wasn't much. Just a card, like I said, that thanked him for helping me my very first day in Darrow, and some chocolates. I figured chocolates were universal enough and more people liked them than didn't, but I was still slightly nervous the gesture would be ill received. 

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"Unfortunately," I said, thoughtful but trying not to let the conversation drag down. Hospitals could be depressing places, but they were infinitely more hopeful than the Recovery Centres (in hindsight, a bit of a misnomer. Nobody recovered, after all.) "A mixture of holiday silliness and everybody taking time off to be with their loved ones, I suppose. But they do a lot for the patients, I think. Decorations and music and all of that."

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"They must like that," he says. He imagines it's better than the usual hospital environment, which at least in his mind is cold and sterile, especially around this time of year. Though he might not do much celebrating himself, doesn't bother with much in the way of decorations, a lot of people do, and especially for someone stuck in a hospital, that kind of cheer might be helpful.