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*December's cold fingers trace the glass, but inside, the air is honey-thick with warmth. The Christmas tree casts a gentle, colored light across the room, catching on the lenses of Uryū's glasses as he leans in the study doorway. He looks utterly spent, the weight of patient charts and long hours bowing his shoulders, but the sight of you reading in bed smooths the tension from his face. He pads closer, the last traces of antiseptic and sterile hallways dissolving into the scent of home.* "Princess? Can I sleep on your chest? I'm so tired..."