Tonight was dinner atop the highest building in Beijing.
It was some sorta bank or investment place, Dr Murphy kept telling us about it but I honestly didn't really care.
It wasn't a proper restaurant, we weren't in a room or on chairs at all, we sat on the helicopter landing pad with our feet dangling off the side eating sandwiches that Dr Murphy made for us.
It was a beautiful view: the twinkling lights and yellow windows of offices, contrasting brightly against the night sky, despite the mass cloud of pollution floating about the lower thirds of all the buildings, drowning the public transport and fancy-rich-business-men cars.
We ate in silence, staring out at the high rises trying not to look down, comforted by the crunching sound of us chewing on lettuce.
Dr Murphy sighs very audibly, then obviously expecting us to have complimented him on it before he says, "Wow, I really have an eye for the best venues for our family dinners, huh?"
I look at him weird, then go back to my sandwich.
His expression droops, clearly expecting us to be more enthusiastic.
"Just wait till you see the fireworks," he says under his breath.
As if on cue, a deafening crack explodes behind us, as baseball sized balls of multi-coloured fire fall down behind us, either falling down farther over the edge of the building, or burning out on the floor around us.
I scream and my hands rush to my ears, I look over and Gerard has an arm covering the back of his neck, and I realize his other arm is wrapped around me, holding me firmly close to him.
The ringing in my ears dies down and the manical laugh of Dr Murphy comes to focus beside me.
His eyes wide with excitement, and his knuckles white with how tight he's holding onto the sides on the landing pad we're sitting on.
He looks like a kid watching a circus, I'm about to scream and ask him what in his potato mind made him think this was safe when another firework goes off behind us.
"Isn't it magnificent children!?" He yells over the loud sound.
I've never been so close to fireworks. It was magnificent. I never realised how powerful these things were.
I take Gerard's arm away from mine and jump off of the landing pad to the platformed roof of the building below, a little farther away from the exploding fireworks. I find a fairly clean patch of concrete and lay on my back watching the imploding sky above.
"Aha! Great idea Y/N!" Dr Murphy calls out jumping down to meet me, Gerard takes his time coming down, slightly scared of the height.
Gerard was closer, so he lay down to my left while Dr Murphy was still walking over, he reaches us and manages to squeeze right inbetween us, making himself at the centre of the two of us.
"You're just like my dad" I say bitterly to Dr Murphy.
"Shall I take it as a compliment?" He's still fixated on the fireworks.
"He always found a way to get inbetween me and any guy that I liked" I hear Gerard choke on his own spit.
"I would apologise for interrupting but you two have days on end where you can canoodle in the somewhat privacy provided back at the cube."
He wraps one arm around me and the other around gerard.
"Is it too much to ask to spend new years as a family?"
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