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Christmas, so far, is going better than Thanksgiving. Which is to say, no one's punched any walls and no one's threatening to leave and no one's crying. At least not yet, the day isn't over. And Shannon's celebrating with her family, if by family you mean Boone, and if by celebrating you mean sprawling in his chair.

Whatever. It's the thought that counts, right?

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Boone exits the bathroom still dripping wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. He stops walking when he sees her, but continues drying his hair with a second towel.

"I thought you went back to your room?"

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"What, are you kicking me out?"

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"Not at all. I was just getting ready to come see you, actually." He tosses the towel for his hair into a hamper--because he's tidy like that--before walking over to the dresser to get dressed.

"Do all your Christmas shopping?" he asks as he drops the towel around his waist and fishes for underwear. Shy is not something he feels around Shannon anymore.