Rex opens his eyes mouth to say something and then stops. César did have him make a list but Rex had forgot. It just doesn't feel real. That he no longer wonders if his biological family was dead or alive.
The adults that became his family at Providence had been amazingly indulgent to him (video games, music, phone, digital books, FOOD), but there was only so much one can do on a military base. He hadn't wanted to drag them completely onto his Christmas hype train. But César already knew about it, and it hadn't taken much encouragement from César before they were making ornaments for the tree that César grew, or César letting him help make presents, or Magne helping him make cookies, or....
Before he can figure out what to say, 'Santa' hands him a train, and Rex immediately brightens back into full excitement, turning it around in his hand. "Dude, it's handmade!" A beat. "... oh, yeah, it wood be." He looks up with a reassuring smile. "I already gave my brother a list, and we made ornaments and he made our tree. I just wanted a Christmas to remember, and that's what he's giving me!"
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The adults that became his family at Providence had been amazingly indulgent to him (video games, music, phone, digital books, FOOD), but there was only so much one can do on a military base. He hadn't wanted to drag them completely onto his Christmas hype train. But César already knew about it, and it hadn't taken much encouragement from César before they were making ornaments for the tree that César grew, or César letting him help make presents, or Magne helping him make cookies, or....
Before he can figure out what to say, 'Santa' hands him a train, and Rex immediately brightens back into full excitement, turning it around in his hand. "Dude, it's handmade!" A beat. "... oh, yeah, it wood be." He looks up with a reassuring smile. "I already gave my brother a list, and we made ornaments and he made our tree. I just wanted a Christmas to remember, and that's what he's giving me!"