"Worked out f'r me, too, f'r that matter," Sean says, quiet and fond. He's never stopped counting the months himself, but somewhere along the line, around the same time they started flying by a whole lot faster, the tone it took on became one of thanks instead of hopelessness. "S' long as things hold out, this is pretty much guaranteed ta be the best Christmas I've spent in... a very long time, anyhow." Which would normally be a pretty good sign that things aren't going to hold out, but he's not thinking about that right now. He's distracted, after all.