"it’s not that I don’t like Christmas.” Jimmy said slowly, his arms crossed defensively over his chest.
"Really? Could’ve fooled me." Thomas chuckled, flicking ash from his cigarette into his tea saucer. "You think I didn’t see you rolling your eyes when everyone else was decorating the tree?”
Jimmy didn’t say anything but fell gracelessly into the chair opposite Thomas and propped his elbows up on the table. Thomas looked at Jimmy and Jimmy looked out the window.
“I heard it might snow later…” Thomas started again cautiously.
“I just used to celebrate Christmas with my family, that’s all.” Jimmy said in a voice of faux nonchalance, even going so far as to shrug his shoulders though the gesture came out more like a jerky full body shiver. His lips tightened and then pursed as he continued to keep his gaze fixed on the window. “It’s funny I… even though they’re gone, when everyone’s all around being loud and cheerful, it feels like they’re… dunno… interfering with our christmas….”
Jimmy straightened his back, eyes flicking over to Thomas as he forced a brief smile. “Well… Suppose, it’s just my christmas now.”
Thomas blinked silently at him for a moment. Jimmy in poker and in life was a person who kept his cards close to his chest. Of the two of them, Jimmy seemed more extroverted and laid back in comparison to Thomas who was a bit more reserved, a bit more isolated. But in the end, Thomas mused, Jimmy was the man of mystery while he himself despite his best efforts seemed to be an open book when it really mattered.
So the brief moments where Jimmy did let Thomas in on one of his many secrets, were cherished by the under butler. And he still had yet to completely come up with an appropriate way to respond to them.
“Christmas wasn’t a very big part of my childhood.” Thomas said after a pause. “My father often kept the shop open even during the holidays until he retired… and my mother had an aversion to anything resembling ‘good cheer.’” he saw Jimmy’s lips twitch upward in a fleeting smile. “I had enough siblings that we only ever got little things for gifts anyway and every year atleast one of us got forgotten about…”
He laughed once wryly, looking down at the table “…usually me.”
Jimmy’s lips parted as if to say something but then closed again when he seemed to think better of it.
“They haven’t been anything special but the Christmases I’ve spent here are probably better than the ones I had back home.” Thomas shrugged. “Lady Mary always complains about whatever she gets even though it’s always something that costs more money than I’d make in a lifetime, and Carson doesn’t stop boasting for atleast a week about whatever the family’s bought him for a gift, but Patmore usually makes something good and one year we saw Mr.Molesley getting pegged with snow balls by village kids which was hilarious so….”
He trailed off as if he’d said too much and shifted his eyes purposefully away from Jimmy.
“Thomas, I…” Jimmy started to say, inching forward a bit in his seat and clenching his hands on the table. But Thomas wasn’t looking at him, he was looking out the window with his mouth open.
“Ah- Look, Jimmy! It’s snowing.”
IT”S SO LOVELY
BUT who the heck was that anon because it wasn’t me hhahahah
maybe they were pretending to be me??? WAS IT ARE-ARE? IDK
BUT THIS IS SO CUTE AND I WANT JIMMY TO CHASE HIM OUT INTO THE SNOW AND KISS HIM auuuuughhh