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Meeting Goofy

Summary: Yakko meets Goofy for the first time at Christmas and Max spends more time worrying about his dad embarrassing him than he does celebrating the holiday. Ao3 Link: [ link ] Pairings: Yakko Warner/Max Goof Words: 5,324 A/N: A secret Santa gift I made for @animaniacssecretsanta and @theonethatyaks93 ! Fic:

Yakko gathers things out of the wardrobe he keeps his belongings in, grabbing a few things here and there. A couple of sweaters, some undershirts, thicker socks in case it’s colder than he expects. They’re going further north, so he’ll have to actually wear shoes which will be weird, but Max says it actually snows quite a bit in his hometown.

His home town. Where Yakko will finally be meeting Max’s dad. A year and a half into their relationship. Well after Max had met both of his siblings. But it makes sense, Goofy live a three hour car ride away.

“Are ya’ bringin’ the gifts that Dot an’ I got ya’?” Wakko asks, bringing Yakko out of his brief moment of thought. He looks at his little sibling, no longer very little at all. Wakko has been taller than him since he turned 14, and now at 18 he’s both taller and wider.

“No, I’m not bringing them. I told you, I’ll be back on the 24th. I’m not missing Christmas with you guys.” He smiles like it’s obvious, but the hint of real worry shows at its edges. Worry that his siblings will think he’s abandoning him.

They’ve never spent a Christmas apart, not for as long as they can remember. And they still won’t, but they’ve never been away from one another this long before. Only two nights, but still…

He looks up at Wakko, frowning. “Are you sure you guys are okay with me going?” He asks for what feels like the hundredth time since the plans were suggested, and Wakko rolls his eyes.

“Yes, ’m sure that Dot an’ I will be fine for the barely 48 hours that ya’ will be gone for, Yakko,” he tells him as he sits on the couch and shrugs his shoulders. “Ya’ better jus’ hope that the apartment survives the party I plan t’throw,” he jokes.

Yakko smirks at him, crossing his arms playfully. “Well, you better tell your party goers that they’re not allowed in my room.”

“Ya’ sleep in the livin’ room!” Wakko tells him with a faux indignation.

“Exactly.” Yakko lets out a laugh as Wakko sticks his tongue out at him before his smile fades into something softer. “But you two will really be okay?” He asks, and Wakko’s own smile shifts as well.

“‘Course we will, Yakko. We’re your lil’ siblings. We can handle the world.” He pulls him in for a tight embrace before Dot calls out from the kitchen;

“Max is here!” She turns around, moving back into the living room.

Wakko pulls out of the hug as she comes over, a smile on his face.

“We’ll be fine, Yakko. Really.” He tells him again. “Go have fun meetin’ your boyfriend’s dad. We’ll be here when ya’ get back Chris’mas Eve.”

Yakko smiles, hugging Wakko again before pulling Dot into an equally tight embrace. There’s a knock on the door a few seconds later.

Yakko takes a breath, giving his siblings one last look, and Dot takes it as her cue to roll her eyes this time.

“We’ll be fine, really. Go have fun, Yakko, yeesh.” Her smile is well-meaning though, and just on this side of sweet.

“Yeah, right, okay.” He nods before walking over to the door and pulling it open.

On the other side Max stands there smiling.

“Hey, Ko, you ready to go?” He says with the lopsided grin that Yakko adores. And he nods.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He tells him, before once again turning to his siblings. “If you two need me for absolutely anything-”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll give ya’ a ring, we get it, go on, Yakko, have fun!” Wakko calls back, shooing him towards the door and Yakko sighs.

“Okay. I’ll see you on Christmas Eve.” He says before looking back at Max with a sheepish smile. “Okay, ready.”

Max only rolls his eyes with a well-meaning smile. “They’ll be fine, Yakko, c’mon.Your chariot awaits.”

“Is that what we’re calling your old beater now?”

The drive is relatively uneventful. It’s three hours up to the northern part of the state, and it mostly consists of highways. Save for the 20 minutes that they had pulled off to get a snack.

They play car games, courtesy of Yakko, and talk about everything and nothing. Regular activities for when they’re sitting on his or Max’s couch.

It’s not until they’re about 5 minutes out from Max’s childhood home does the older boy start to get antsy.

Yakko looks over with a raised eyebrow as the dog starts tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. His head tilts at the action before he looks up at Max’s face.

“Are… you alright…?” He asks, and Max sighs a little too quickly to not know that the question had been coming.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Totally good. I’m just… you know… You’re about to meet my dad for the first time.” He shrugs, then gives a nervous smile like he’s joking but not quite. “Our relationship is practically over.”

Yakko finds the tension he’s holding at his boyfriend’s nervousness to drop from his shoulders immediately.

“Oh come on, Max. Your dad is not that bad.” He tells him, and before Max can try and prove him wrong, he keeps speaking. “You’ve told me about him. He sounds great. It’s going to be fine.”

Max only sighs again, sinking in his seat as they pull up onto a quiet, residential street.

“Whatever you say…” He mutters under his breath, but before Yakko can comment on it, he’s distracted by what is clearly Max’s childhood home. Made evident by the large ‘Welcome Home Maxie and Yakko’ sign hanging on the front of it.

“Here we go,” Max mutters as they pull into the driveway.

As soon as the car is put in park, a whole lightshow turns on; Christmas lights and blown up figures come to life as if it had been timed perfectly. And by the figure in the window now scrambling for the front door, Yakko assumes that it had been.

“Oh, this was a mistake,” Max says again as the front door is thrown open and an older dog with a striking resemblance to Max steps out.

“Welcome Home, Maxie!” Goody calls out from across the lawn. Max opens the car door, starting to pull himself out as he waves.

“Hey dad,” he says as Goofy makes his way over. “Man, you really went all out, hu-ugh-” His word cuts off in a grunt as Goofy wraps his arms around him and pulls him into a hug.

“Of course I did, Maxie! It’s just my specialist little guy coming back for Christmas,” he says as he backs off and ruffles Max’s hair.

“Oh, c’mon, dad,” Max gripes, but Goofy isn’t paying attention anymore as Yakko gets out of the other side of the car.

“And you must be Yakko,” Goofy says as he walks over to greet him.

Yakko offers a hand out, “It’s nice to meet you-” And he’s cut off just as Max had been as Goofy pulls him up into a hug, spinning him around once just for good measure.

“I’m just tickled to finally meet you, Yakko. My Maxie has told me all about you,” he gushes before setting Yakko back down on the ground.

His cheeks are a bit pink, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “Y-yeah, it’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Goof,” he finishes his prior sentence as Goofy waves him off.

“Aw, c’mon now, none of that. Call me Goofy! I know it’s a bit odd, but everyone does.” He beams down at Yakko and he offers a smile and a shrug.

“I’m not exactly a stranger to weird names.” He tells him, and Goofy lets out a loud hyuck.

“Quick as a whip, just like my Maxie said you were!” There’s nothing but pride in his voice as he steps between the two boys and leads them into the house.

“Come right on it, I’ve got some food all whipped up and ready after a drive like that.”

As they’re walking up to the front door Yakko gets a better look at all the decorations.

“I love what you’ve done with the decor. Real’ festive.” He smiles up at Goofy and Max just rolls his eyes.

“The sign is a bit overboard,” he comments, and Goofy just lets out another laugh.

“Well, I had to let everyone know that my Maxie was coming home for Christmas. All the way back from the big city where he’s getting himself a good education. And with his boyfriend, too!” Goofy continues to gush, Max’s face turning a bit red.

“I am sure the neighbours didn’t need a sign proclaiming that I’m visiting,” Max retorts but they’re going inside and Goofy is immediately side tracked.

“Okay boys, right this way!”

They get into the kitchen, and on the table is an abundance of food all laid out. Yakko lets out a low whistle as he gets sight of it.

“Wow, you went all out in all regards,” he comments as Goofy continues to lead them into the dining area.

“Right-O! Now, of course, we’ll be having the real main course tomorrow for an early Christmas dinner while we’ve got ya’ here, Yakko, but I figured after a long drive all the way from the big ol’ city you two boys would be famished!”

Max moves forward, sitting down at the table. “You got that right, dad,” he says with a smile as he starts grabbing dishes of food.

Yakko sits down next to him, leaning on the table with a smirk. “Never mind the pitstop for dinner we had not an hour ago,” he tells him, and Max meets him with a playful smirk of his own.

“I’m a growing boy, Yakko,” he says in a deadpanned voice, and Yakko can only roll his eyes before getting a small plate of food himself.

Goofy sits down at the table across from them and serves himself a good helping of food.

“So, Yakko, tell me about yourself. I’ve gotten the odds and ends from Max, but I feel like I barely know ya’!”

“Dad, don’t bug him, I’m sure he doesn’t want to answer a bunch of questions,” Max tells him around a mouthful of food.

“Awe, c’mon, Maxie, I’m just getting to know him,” Goofy pleads with his son, before looking back at Yakko. “Maxie was telling me that ya’ got a couple of little siblings?” He asks trying to start off small, and Yakko smiles.

“Yeah, Wakko, my younger sibling, he’s 18. He started college this year, full ride scholarship in an engineering program. And Dot, our little sister. She’s 16, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to end up being president or something.” Yakko tells him, pushing food around his plate with his fork. “They had to convince me to let them stay home alone this weekend. Wakko is technically old enough to watch Dot for a couple of nights, but what can I say? I worry. ” He shrugs a bit, humour in his voice as he admits his over-protective nature, but Goofy only raises an eyebrow.

“Where are your parents at, then?” Goofy asks, and Max frowns.

“Dad.” The word comes out in a hiss as Yakko flusters.

“It’s okay, Max,” Yakko tells him, resting a hand on his wrist before looking back at Goofy. “Our parents passed away a while back. It’s just us now.” He doesn’t speak as much as he usually would, but it’s not exactly a topic he enjoys speaking about.

Goofy seems to read his reluctance to speak about it, though, and offers him a smile.

“Well, if I had known that I would’ve had Maxie invite the whole lot of ya’ down. Least I know for next time though. That siblin’ of yours seems awful smart to get a full ride scholarship, though!” He keeps his voice cheery, and Yakko smiles, glad to move on from the subject quickly enough.

It’s later on that evening, after dinner is done and everything has been tidied up, including the few dishes that Goofy managed to break before Max took over washing, that Yakko finds himself being led up to Max’s childhood bedroom.

He looks around as the door opens, eyes wandering from all of the little trinkets that hadn’t made it to college with Max. Pictures, posters, knicknacks. Anything deemed inconsequential, or too juvenile.

“I’m really sorry about my dad, Yakko,” Max tells him as he pulls their luggage into the room, insisting on carrying it for his smaller boyfriend. “He can be insensitive sometimes. Just a real’ goof.”

Yakko looks over his shoulder, away from the photographs that line Max’s mirror, raising an eyebrow. “It’s not a big deal, Max. Anyone would have questions.” As to why a 21 year old is in charge of their younger siblings. It’s only logical to ask, even if it brings up less than stellar feelings.

Max sighs, making his way over. “I’m still sorry. I should have, I don’t know, told him in advance or something.”

Yakko only smiles, shrugging him off as he turns. “It’s fine, really Max,” he tells him, smiling up at him. Then, before Max can say anything else, Yakko nods to the pictures. “Who’s she?”

Max looks over just to see his prom picture. Him and Roxanne.

“Oh! Um, oh, y’know-” He moves to grab the picture and pull it down. “Just um, a friend. From highschool. No one, really.” He says, moving to tuck the picture away in a drawer. He doesn’t move fast enough, Yakko reaches over and plucks it out of his hand.

“Oh, she’s pretty.” He teases, a smile on his face as he does. “What’s her name?”

“Awe, c’mon, Yakko.” Max says reaching to take the picture back, but he can’t help but smile. “Roxanne, okay? We dated for a couple years, went to prom, split up before we actually got to the dance though. Figured we were heading in different directions, y’know?” He stops trying to wrestle for the picture, holding his hand out for it.

Yakko takes one more look, first at the picture, then at Max standing in front of him and smiles as he hands the picture back. “She should have held out. I got you fully cooked.” He teases, poking his boyfriend in the chest, now much broader than it had been in the picture.

Max rolls his eyes. “Alright, that’s enough, time for bed. No doubt we’ll be handed many more disasters as soon as the sun rises,” he says, piloting Yakko towards the bed.

“Whatever you say, Maximilian.”

The two boys wake up the next morning to the sound of a crash and a scream.

Yakko is instantly sitting up, eyes wide, hair tousled, looking around the room. “What was that?”

“I told you. Soon as the sun rises,” Max responds groggily as he pushes himself up.

“That’s your dad?” The other asks before he’s getting out of bed, grabbing a sweater on his way out the door to pull on over his head. Max only sighs.

“Told you,” he says again. He gets up with a groan, running a hand through his hair before grabbing his own hoodie and making his way downstairs a few steps behind Yakko. Once he gets there, he sees the remnants of a bowl scattered across the floor as Yakko tries to both keep his distance and pass Goofy a broom.

“Hey, woah, careful, ‘Ko,” Max says, moving towards the mess. He takes the broom from Yakko’s hand and pushes him back a step, much to Yakko’s surprise, before passing it to his dad with his longer reach. “What happened?”

“Oh, y’know how it is, Maxie. The old feet got from under me again.” Goofy waves off as he takes the broom. “I’ll have breakfast out and ready in no time. Most important meal of the day!”

“Yeah, okay. We’ll go wait in the dining room,” Max tells him, wrapping an arm around Yakko and beginning to lead him away.

“It’s okay, we can-” Yakko starts to say, only to get cut off by Max.

“No, I really don’t think we should. It’ll be safer in the dining room.” Yakko looks perplexed as he’s led away, frowning up at Max, though the older boy seems to not notice as he continues to pull him out.

About 15 minutes later, and much clinking and clanking throughout that time which only cemented Max’s desire to keep Yakko out of harm's way, Goofy is serving out a tray of food.

“There you go, boys! Eat up, we’ve got a big day ahead of us!” He smiles. “First we’re going to head over to go see some carollers in the town square, then help out at the food bank and serve up some lunch for the hungry, then we’re gonna head on over to the park. They’ve got ice skating!”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, dad?” He asks, and Goofy only smiles.

“Of course it is, Maxie! We help out at the food bank every year!”

“No, I meant the ice.. skating…” But it’s too late, Goofy is already making his way further into the house to get ready, Max’s worry falling on deaf ears.

Save for Yakko's.

He smiles up at him, soft and sweet and unlike his usual smirks. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Max. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Max just groans. “If you have to ask, you don’t know.”

For the most part, the day goes well.

They go see some carollers, Goofy insisting on joining in but at least it doesn’t end in disaster. Just some mild embarrassment on Max’s part. Then, at the food bank, he lucks out. They have his dad seating people, having learned from experience that it’s best to keep him away from anything that he can spill or break, while Max and Yakko get to serve food.

Which also means he gets to see his cute boyfriend wearing a cute apron, but that’s neither here nor there.

Though, unfortunately, even with the pleasant distraction, he still finds himself constantly searching out his father in the hall, making sure he’s not doing anything to cause a scene.

By the time they get to the park, it’s getting dark, and the streetlamps are starting to light up.

“Wait, are you serious, you’ve never ice skated before?” Max asks incredulously.

Yakko shrugs, trying to not make a big deal out of it. “Not that I can remember. Maybe when I was little but, yeah, not really.”

“Wow, this is great. I finally get to teach you how to do something!” Max laughs, only for Yakko to shove his arm, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. How hard could it even be? It’s just walking with extra steps,” Yakko tells him as Max leads him over to the stall to rent skates.

They get him a pair, and get them laced up over his feet before Max is carefully guiding him out onto the rink.

“We’ll be out on the ice, dad!” Max says, looking back at his dad only to see him tangled up in his own laces.

“I’ll meet you out there, kids! Just as soon as I figure out these gosh darn laces.”

Max just looks away, running a hand down his face. “Yeah, okay, dad.”

He has much better things to think about than his dad embarrassing him. Like the way Yakko is holding onto his arm and shaking like a newborn deer in his skates.

“Okay, just step out onto the ice with me,” Max says in a sweet tone, which only makes Yakko roll his eyes.

“I’ve got it. Like I said, just walking with extra steps,” he repeats himself, stepping onto the ice only to face plant into Max’s chest. Immediately, his cheeks light up, and he looks up at Max’s smug grin. “Okay… more extra steps than I anticipated.”

“Whatever you say, ‘Ko,” Max tells him as he helps him stand back up on the skates. His legs continue to shake as Max leads them out a few more steps, trying to join the groups of people skating around in circles. “Just hold on tight and everything will be fine.”

Yakko rolls his eyes again, but his cheeks are still a bit red as Max helps him straighten out, his legs still shaking underneath him. “Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Maximilian.” But he does hold on to him, he doesn’t exactly want to fall in front of all of these people.

After a few moments, Yakko at least feels a bit more confident that he won’t fall on his tail, but not nearly confident enough to let go. He keeps a tight hold, letting Max lead him around the ice.

“Heyo, Maxie, here I come!” Max hears his dad call out behind him, looking over his shoulder to see his father with his skates on and coming out onto the ice.

“Oh no. Here we go,” Max mutters, but it seems out of place. As Goofy comes towards them, Yakko smiles.

“Wow, your dad is really good at skating, Max,” he tells him as the older Goof comes closer with practised moves. “Look, he can even do jumps.” Yakko’s smile is wide as he watches, and Max’s frown only deepens.

“Yeah, that’s how it always starts. C’mon, Yakko.” He tries to move a little faster, trying to put some distance between them and his father but Yakko’s still shaky movements slow him down.

“Why, lookit you, Yakko! You’re getting a quick hand of it!” Goofy calls up as he skates towards them. “Here, let me show ya’ a thing or two!” He smiles, reaching out to take Yakko’s hand.

Yakko’s eyes widen in surprise as he’s pulled away from Max and along with Goofy. Max can only look on with indignation, not wanting to yank his boyfriend back in case he falls.

“Hey! Dad! Cut it out!” He calls after them, speeding up as Goofy pulls Yakko across the ice.

“It’s alright, Maxie! He’s a natural.” Goofy smiles as he begins to spin, his hands caught in Yakko’s.

Yakko’s expression turns from nervous to excited as Goofy leads him in quick circles, letting out a laugh as they go.

Max only continues to call after them. “Dad, seriously, you’re going to fall!”

Goofy looks away from Yakko, over to Max. “Nonsense, Max! We got the hang of- WOAH!” Goofy’s skate hits a bump in the ice, sending him tumbling. He lets go of Yakko’s hand, and the other falls down onto the ice, landing on his tail and sliding a good few feet back.

Goofy continues tumbling, narrowly avoiding a few people before he reaches out for the handrail to catch himself. His hand only comes away with the string of lights strung to it, his body twisting and the coloured lights wrapping around him.

His fall ends with him hanging from the guardrail by the lights, doing his best to laugh it off.

“Hyuck, that’s gotta be one of my flashiest falls in a while,” he jokes, pointing to the now flickering lights.

Max, his eyes wide, skates over to Yakko’s side, leaning down to check him over.

“Yakko, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asks, panic stricken as Yakko holds his head. It’s only a moment before he’s shaking the fall off but the worry stays on Max’s face.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Max, just a fall. It probably won’t be anything more than a little bruise on my tailbone,” he tells him, before his eyes move towards Goofy. “Is your dad alri-”

“Dad, are you serious? I told you that you needed to be careful! C’mon, Yakko.” He helps his boyfriend up off the ice, helping him over to the edge of the rink.

“I’m fine, Max, really,” he tries to reason, but Max continues off the rink trying not to look at his father as he untangles himself from the lights.

“Awe, c’mon, Maxie, it was just a-” He pauses as he falls out of the lights and lands on back. “A little accident. Promise,” he continues to say, but Max just rolls his eyes.

“Coming out here was an accident,” he says under his breath, Yakko looking up at him with a frown as they continue to walk back to the benches.

The car ride back to the house is quiet.

Max is sitting in the back with Yakko, staring out the window as he holds Yakko’s hand. Yakko looks between him and Goofy with a frown. Goofy only continues to drive, trying to smile at Yakko but clearly feeling the animosity from his son.

When they get back to the house, Goofy goes right into the kitchen to get started on Christmas dinner, giving his son time to cool off.

“We’ll show you a good ol’ fashioned Goof family dinner, Yakko! You’ll love it! Turkey with all the fixin's!”

“Yeah, along with all the disasters that make it a Goof specialty, I bet,” Max mutters under his breath, his mouth turned down in the same frown from the ice rink.

He’s only proven right as it gets to dinner time.

Goofy is armed with a fire extinguisher, smoke piling out of the oven and filling the room with a thick grey smoke.

“I got it kids, don’t you worry!” Goofy yells as he lets out another spray into the oven.

Max only rolls his eyes from his spot in the doorway as Yakko peeks out behind him, having been pushed behind the older boy when the fire alarms started to go off.

“God, I knew this was going to happen,” Max tells him as he looks towards the turkey that had been taken out of the oven. Blackened to a crisp. “We should have just ordered Chinese or something. That’s a little harder for you to mess up.”

His words are scathing, and Goofy can’t help but to look up. A frown on his face.

“Awe, c’mon, Maxie. I didn’t mean ta’-”

“Of course you didn’t mean to, but you still did! God, every Christmas is the same, it’s a wonder I even came home, let alone brought someone back with me! Can we not just have one normal Christmas? One with no injuries, no fires, no- no- No Goof-ups!” He gestures to the turkey. “One Christmas that you don’t ruin!?”

Goofy’s face is sad, but before he can reply, another voice pops up.

“What’s ruined?” Yakko asks, looking up at Max with a frown. “A turkey? Your stove? Who cares? Do you know how many turkeys I had at Christmas growing up? None, Max! Does that mean that my Christmas was ruined? It’s food, it doesn’t matter!” He moves, standing in front of Max, between him and his father.

“What matters is that we’re together. Or, at least, I thought that’s what mattered. You’ve been so busy convincing yourself that your dad is going to mess things up, that I feel like we’ve barely spent any time with each other. At the food bank you were distracted, at ice skating you were just plain upset, and now? Now you’re yelling at your dad over a turkey! Your dad, who has been trying so hard to make sure we have a good time, and looks like he would do absolutely anything for you! God, Max, do you even realize how lucky you are? How much I would give to have a dad that loves me half as much as your dad loves you? And you just throw it right back into his face! He’s not the one ruining Christmas, the only one doing that is you.”

Max flinches back at Yakko’s words, eyes wide for a moment as he thinks over the past two days. At how tense he’s been, trying to make sure that nothing bad happens, and about his reactions when things had gone wrong. And then, to how that must have looked to Yakko.

He must have looked like a spoiled brat.

His cheeks turn red as his eyebrows turn down, looking embarrassed and ashamed for what he’s done.

Slowly, his eyes turn up to Goofy, who takes a step forward.

“Now, now, I wouldn’t say that Maxie is ruining-”

“No, dad… I am.” Max cuts him off, his voice firm in his words as he looks away for a moment then back. “I am ruining things. I- I just get so caught up in my head, about wanting everything to go perfect but… it’s never going to be perfect. Not like that. Not because there’s nothing that goes wrong.” He lets out a sigh as his eyes go back down to Yakko. He takes his hands in his, holding them up to his chest.

“Yakko, I’m sorry that I’ve been acting like this. And that I ruined our first Christmas together,” he tells him, leaning down to press a kiss to his knuckles. Then he looks back up at his dad.

He releases Yakko’s hand, walking over to Goofy with a sad smile. “And I’m sorry that I’ve been acting like such a spoiled brat, dad. I guess I just… lost sight of what really matters..”

“Awe, shucks, Maxie.” Goofy smiles before opening his arms and pulling his son in for a hug. “We’re together, that’s all that matters to me.”

They stay like that for a moment, arms wrapped around one another in their disaster of a kitchen, before Yakko speaks again.

“Hey, if you pull back the skin the rest of the turkey is fine,” he tells them, leaning over the table and picking at the meal.

“Well, would’ya lookit that! Christmas is salvaged after all!” Goofy cheers as Max just sighs, looking over at his boyfriend with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess it is."

The next morning, after a feast of turkey, mashed potatoes and everything in between, Max and Goofy drive Yakko to the bus stop. Max had offered to bring him back home but Yakko wouldn’t let him drive three hours both ways on Christmas Eve just so that Yakko could get back a little faster. It’s only an hour difference by bus.

They get out of the car with him, Max pulling his bag out of the trunk before they walk him over to where the bus is loading.

Goofy smiles and immediately bundles him into a hug.

“It was real’ swell meetin’ ya’, Yakko!” He tells him, spinning him around once before he releases him back onto the ground.

“It was really nice meeting you too, Goofy,” he replies before he looks up and meets eyes with Max.

Goofy looks between the two of them and nods. “I’ll meet you in the car, Max.” He says before patting him on the back and making his way off.

Max offers a smile, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

“Look, Yakko, I really am sorry that I made this Christmas such a disaster. I just got so nervous, and when I get nervous I get-”

“It’s alright, Max. Really. You apologised last night, and I know you mean it,” Yakko says before looking up with a smile. “And hey, all this really means is that you get to make it up to me next year, right?”

Max’s face brightens. “Wait, really?” He asks, and Yakko nods. “Really.” He tells him before he pushes himself up onto his toes to press a quick kiss against Max’s lips. As soon as they part, a Hyuck sounds from the others lips, immediately turning his cheeks pink while Yakko can only laugh and shake his head. “I’ll see you for New Years, Max,” he tells him before turning and loading into the bus, ready to get back to spend Christmas with his siblings.

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