The road was dark tonight after work, much darker than usual. It could have been due to the fact that he'd stayed back a little longer at his shift tonight, avoiding coming home to his quiet home to banter and fight with his own thoughts, or, probably because it was getting colder out, thus, snow, but most importantly darkness, making the drive back home a little tedious if not a bit of a pain with the plush white snow resting outside.

The car door opened in his property, and out he came, in a grey coat and a dark scarf, though seemingly visibly unaffected by the almost freezing temperatures outside; it never once bothered him anyway; the rest was all for show and to blend in.

Then his front door opened, but before he could begin to remove his coat--oh, his head tilted downward, below, on the front mat, and perfectly in-between his feet were much smaller shoes, your shoes; he blinked, then tilted his head back up to resume removing his coat. Seems you decided to pay him a visit--this late? Well, at least he wouldn't have to be completely alone this weekend; now it was only a matter of finding which part of his house you were nesting in.