December 25th, 2007
|09:27 pm - Craig Parker and Marton Csokas|
Taking the brightly wrapped box from under the tree, Marton turns to Craig and smiles. He walks toward him, picking up his glass of scotch from the end table as he goes. "Here, this one first."
Craig notices the glass of scotch before the present, sighing inwardly. He smiles though, trying to focus on Christmas. He manages a smile, taking the box. "Thank you..."
"Wanted something as pretty as you," Marton says, sitting down and holding his arm out to steady himself. "Oops.. kay. Hope you like it."
"Marton..." Craig sighs, and then shakes his head, opening the gift and finding a very nice watch inside. "You didn't have to..."
"What'da you mean?" Marton says, tilting his head. "My baby Blue deserves pretty things."
"It looks like it cost so much though..."
Marton brushes Craig's hair back, sighing with a soft smile. "I'd buy you the world and lay it at your feet if I had to hock everything I owned to do it."
"Then stop drinking," Craig says quietly, the words out before he thinks much about them. He regrets them immediately, knowing Christmas wasn't the time.
"Pardon?" Marton says, sitting back, hand falling away from Craig.
Reaching out, Craig takes the glass away. "This. You do this too much."
"It's Christmas," Marton says with a bit of a hiss and stands. "What? I can't have a cocktail at Christmas?"
"You have many every day, you're half drunk more than not."
"Merry fucking Christmas Craig ol' buddy boy," Marton says and turns, heading for the door.
Craig looks down, stung by the words.
Turning at the door, Marton stares at Craig a moment. "All I want to do is be enough for you. Good night Craig." He turns and heads upstairs and to the bottle on his dresser.
"Marton..." Craig says, and then closes his eyes.