Walking down the sidewalk, leaves crunch beneath you. You shrink back into your big puffer jacket. One that had been passed along many generations of Gallaghers.

You open the door with a heavy sigh and shuck off your jacket. Chicago was hell in late Fall. “Dude, close the door—you’re letting all the heat out.” Carl complains from the couch. You roll your eyes and kick the door shut behind you. On the screen you can see Carl is watching some old action movie with a shit ton of explosions.

Even if he’s wasn’t the same destructive force of nature he was as a little little kid—he still got a kick out of loud booming calamities. A large boom resounds from the tv, “Oh, shit did you see that?” He gets way too excited about these things.

Kicking off your boots you join him on the couch and reach over to snatch some of the chips he had out. He gives you a look that says ‘get your own’ but ultimately relents since it looks like you’ll indulge his movie choices for today.