Not-so-horrible holidays

Cairo slumped ontop of the table, staring at her gingerbread house. Desmond wasn't there yet, and she didn't feel like going down to the cafeteria or the lounge for whatever festivities were going on. She'd finally finished the entirety of her gingerbread mansion, complete with a veranda and a candy cane garden.

It was painfully obvious how much of a life she was lacking. Cairo peered up at the clock, shoving her face back into the crook of her elbow immediately afterwards. She was... honestly suprised nothing had put Desmond in life-threatening danger during one of their 'therapy sessions' but those therapy sessions hadn't included all that much talking about deep stuff. It worked better to not talk and just nap on Desmond's couch for an hour or two. It was a little unhygenic, but she always left feeling more relaxed. Or a little bit high.

Either way. Desmond said he wanted to stop by, and she'd asked him agian the day before if he would come. Maybe he had decided that her pathetically needy ass wasn't worth it anymore.

Cairo sat up quickly at the sound of knocking on her door, then a rhythmic rapping. It had to be Desmond. No one else was silly enough to knock like that. It had to be him. She yanked open the door without checking in the peep hole, hardly sparing a moment to look at his get up or that ridiculous smile as she barreled into him. He'd actually shown up. Cairo suspected she wasn't high on Desmond's priority list. Just a needy patient that happened to enjoy sleeping with him, in both the literal and lewd sense of the word. The girl hugged tight, clinging for dear life like she hadn't seen him in eons, snuggling into his chest in the middle of the hallway.

...Whoops. Not the best place to be clinging unprofessionally to your unprofessional psychiatrist. Cairo awkwardly pulled away, embarrassed by her uncharacteristically cuddly greeting, gently tugging Desmond inside her room.