John liked these nights. The cold ones, where he was grateful to live in such a small cabin. The fire did a good job at warming up the cozy living room he sat in.

He leans back on the couch, flipping a page in his book. He's dressed in some pajama pants and a t-shirt, a cuppa on the table. That's when he hears a knock on the door. At this time? He groans, getting up, walking over to the door. He opens it, to reveal you, shivering. "Woah..You alright?" He murmurs, voice laced with concern.