((Lulz! Yeah, I wasn't completely happy with the tartan background. Found another version of MacLeod tartan and gave it an aged look. It came out... ripply, but I guess that makes it look more like fabric?))

"...Support groups." His tone is flat. He's not hot on the idea. Not lukewarm, even.
"Listening, I can do. I'm good at listening." He sighs, and puts the milk away, and slides an arm around her. "I'll be okay. I've always muddled through, before." Now that they've got their coffee, he's guiding her gently towards the living room, where Christmas is waiting for them under the lights of the tree.