"He would like you to believe that, certainly," Luke agrees with a laugh, watching Russell stretch toward Caroline with pleasure as she scratches him. It's strange to have a cat who doesn't hate him after all this time, but he kind of likes it as well.
His expression softens when she holds the gift out toward him and he shakes his head. "Caroline," he says, still smiling. "You didn't have to do that." He still has a stocking for her, one with her name on it that he'd filled with little gifts, candy and chocolates and puzzles and warm socks, because he remembers how much Clary had liked those.
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Date: 2016-02-25 03:47 pm (UTC)His expression softens when she holds the gift out toward him and he shakes his head. "Caroline," he says, still smiling. "You didn't have to do that." He still has a stocking for her, one with her name on it that he'd filled with little gifts, candy and chocolates and puzzles and warm socks, because he remembers how much Clary had liked those.