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It is a few hours into a projected 168 of them. Haru is trying to get back to sleep while his mother holds him, because 168 hours is going to feel a lot longer if he can't figure out how to sleep while lonelier than ought to be humanly possible.
Suddenly not having his mother holding him is certainly a way to ruin the attempt.
"And probably some false negatives, I at least have certainly not heard every single Christmas song in the world. In my world." Omnomnom pancakes.
"It's not especially something I've made a study of, either." Om nom indeed.
At exactly nine o'clock, Xavier's phone buzzes. He looks somewhat concerned. "One moment -" And then he's reading, and then he's typing. Pretty furiously.
Haru smushes his entire face into Xavier's shoulder and tries not to start crying about it. Why is this his backlash. It is the worst. Why can't he just have seizures or something.
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