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Andrew looked bored.
Most would say that Andrew always looked bored- and Neil would agree with them- but right now he looked painfully bored. It was in the way he kept readjusting his position in the chair. It was the way he let his head fall back to stare at the ceiling every few minutes. The generic Christmas movie offered little entertainment and he'd already worked his giant candy cane into a perfect spear. Nicky and Aaron wouldn't arrive for hours yet and Kevin was passed out on the couch recovering from 48 sleepless final exam and exy hours.
They'd already fooled around, made and ate dinner and dessert. Normally a quiet night like this would be nice, restful, but tonight Andrew was bored. Antsy. Waiting. Anticipating his family coming back together.
Andrew lifted his head and twirled his candy cane spear a few times before holding it like he was aiming a javelin at Kevin's upside-down head.
"I could kill him with this," he mused flatly.
"Awful waste of candy."
Andrew sighed through his nose and dropped his arm over the side of the chair. It would be an awful waste of candy.
Andrew's boredom was as equally entertaining for Neil as it was piteous. He looked around for inspiration and kept coming up Kevin . Kevin, whose head was tipped backwards over the arm of the couch, mouth agape and dead to the world.
Yes, Kevin would do.
Andrew paid little attention as Neil set about gathering supplies- the exy teddy bear Dan and Matt gave him last birthday, fine point sharpies from Aaron's room, hair elastics and safety pins from Nicky’s. He sat with his loot on the floor by Kevin's head and began taking the uniform off the bear. It was when he was pinning the jersey to the shorts that he heard Andrew shift behind him. He pretended not to notice and began carefully, carefully inching the head of the jersey over the crown of Kevin's head.
"It's upside-down," Andrew said.
"It isn't," Neil countered.
"I know you're incapable of dressing yourself but this is pushing it."
Neil smirked and hooked the collar gently over Kevin's nose and ears to keep the uniform from falling to the floor. Little tufts of hair barely poked out threw the leg holes of the shorts. Next, he took up the sharpies and began drawing on Kevin's upside-down chin.
Andrew came to sit on the floor next to him, black sharpie already uncapped as he waited for Neil to finish his little green dot eyes and brown scribble hair. As soon as he was done, Andrew swooped in to dot out a tiny chess queen.
Neil un-velcroed the exy racked from the paw of the bear and wrapped a hair elastic around it so he could safety pin it to the sleeve of the mini jersey.
There.
Done.
"What did I do to deserve this?" Andrew asked. He was sitting back on his heels to admire their work.
"Good Chevin comes to those who wait."
Andrew huffed, still staring at their creation.
"And what inspired Chevin?"
Neil tilted his head to consider Chevin and wished they had googly eyes. "I think… I think my mom used to watch reruns of this old comedy show. She had it on all the time for the week we stayed with uncle Stuart. I thought it was the most boring thing in the world except for the chin heads and you seemed bored."
"Something good from your gruesome childhood. Christmas really is a time for miracles."
Neil rocked to the side to knock their shoulders together. He pulled out his phone and opened the camera.
"Let's see if we can get him conscious enough to talk."