everett
"that is the ugliest sweater i have ever seen," derek comments, shoving a gingerbread man into his mouth. he leans against the counter, fingers tapping against it.
everett walks over and turns him around. he takes his hands. "she'll love you. she's changed since high school. i'm the only child she has, so she accepted me. it took a while, but... progress is progress."
"i'm proud of you. so proud of you," derek says, kissing his cheek. "you are so strong."
"i'm not—"
"yes, you are."
"okay."
"okay."
everett ducks his head to find derek's lips.

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the progress project [3]
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