December 22nd
Hot chocolate
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"I tell you what will make everything better."
Edmund glanced up, a small frown on his face. "What?" He questioned.
"Hot chocolate." Peter said with a small smile.
"Am I seven years old again?" Edmund questioned.
Peter stared at him for a second. "No, you're sixteen." He said. "You've had a tough night, and deserve something nice."
Edmund didn't know what to say for a while, before he gave his brother a gentle smile. "Thank you." He mumbled.
"You wanna come with me or shall I go grab it and come back?" Peter asked.
"I'll come with you," Edmund breathed. "Could do with the walk."
"Okay." Peter breathed, helping his brother out of bed. "You okay?"
Edmund nodded. "Yeah," He replied. "Yeah I'm okay."
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