I was rereading the comic right before Jack and Shitty’s last game and Shitty says that if they win he gets a lifetime supply of Jack Zimmermann hugs. Well, obviously they lost. But, I was thinking about everything and… here you go.
Tater leaves the Christmas celebration after a slice of pie, bowing out by saying he needs to Skype with his mother. It gives the apartment the odd, after-Christmas feeling where nothing feels quite real.
But it’s nice, just Jack and Bitty and Shitty in the kitchen, similar to how it was in the Haus.
“Bits,” Jack says, exasperated. “You just cooked an entire Christmas dinner. By yourself. No, don’t say I helped, we all know a kindergartner could have helped just as much. Let me and Shitty do the dishes.”
Bitty sighs but relents, retreating to the living room.
“You two are so good for each other it hurts,” Shitty says, shaking his head. “Honestly. Hosting Christmas dinner together. Bitty here for the holidays.”
“It’s great,” Jack says, barely catching a lovesick sigh before it escapes. “I’ve never… I don’t even know how to put it. But I’ve never. Any of this.”
“The great Jack Zimmermann, finally spilling deets,” Shitty says, elbowing him playfully where he’s drying dishes. “’I’ve never any of this’. Such detail. Such poetry.”
“Oh, shut up,” Jack gets out around a laugh. “Because you’re so generous with information about you and Lardo.”
“Look at us, all grown up and in secret, clandestine relationships. We’ve grown up so fast,” Shitty says, wiping away a fake tear.
“Oh - that reminds me. I have something for you.” Jack wipes his soapy hands off and heads for the hall closet.
“Hey! I thought -”
“It’s really small. Not a big thing.”
“This is coming from the person who bought his teammate an oven just because -”
“No, this is actually a small thing. It probably cost a dollar. Rounding up. And it can be for your birthday if you don’t want it to be a Christmas present.” Jack reenters the room with a tiny gift bag, which Shitty takes.
“You’re ridiculous, Jack, I don’t know why - holy shit.” Shitty stops midsentence when he opens the gift.
“Ah, I don’t know if you remember? But our last game -”
“I said that if we won I get a lifetime of Zimmermann hugs.” Shitty stares at the homemade, printed certificate.
“Right, but we lost. But I know I haven’t been a great friend these past couple of months -” Shitty snorts. “- but you’re not any less important to me now. So. Yeah.”
“So you just gave me an infinite supply of hugs. In writing.”
“We can get it notarized if you want.”
“We can get it note - Good God, Zimmermann, how does Bitty put up with you?” Shitty says it in an exasperated tone, but his voice gets thick and he has to wipe his eyes a little.
“You’ll have to ask him, because hell if I know.”
“I’m cashing in on one of these,” Shitty says, waving the certificate a little. “Right now.”