Chris looked up from his maple bacon donut at Zach who stood next to the counter where Chris leaned against eating his donut and sipping his espresso. “What?”
“Why don’t you do a Friendsgiving?”
“Why would I?”
“To have a big turkey feast with your friends.”
Chris shook his head. “Just come to my parents for Thanksgiving.”
Zach sighed. He turned away to nuke his coffee which had cooled after he put tons of cream in it. Chris had teased him about it.
“I won’t be here for Thanksgiving. Which is why I want you to host a Friendsgiving.”
Chris frowned. “Where will you be?”
“Back to New York.”
“Well.” Chris paused to take a bite of his donut. He needed a moment to deal with Zach leaving again. “When are you returning?”
“The Monday before Thanksgiving. I’m hoping to beat some of the crowds.”
“When would I do Friendsgiving then?”
“Saturday before. I just think it would be nice. All of us. You, me, our friends. Turkey, stuffing, pies.” Zach smiled. “I’d help of course.”
“Damn straight you’d help.” Chris made a face.
“What’s wrong, Christopher? You like to entertain.”
“Just bummed you’re leaving I guess.” He avoided Zach’s gaze.
“Hey.” Zach put his hand on Chris’ arm to draw his attention back to him. “I always come back.”
Zach put his hand on Chris’ jaw. “To you. It’s always back to you.”