he didn't have a place to go over winter break, so he had to ask you. well, he didn't have to, he just avoided asking patrick. he went with patrick most years so it was sort of odd breaking the tradition but he really wanted to have an excuse to be with you.

art got to be with you for two and a half weeks. with you. in your home town, in your house, in your room. with you. did he mention he got to stay with you?

"they kept it for you," art said softly, sitting cross legged on your bed. he picked at a stray string on your comforter. "your room, i mean. they didn't change it. y'know, after you went to college." he looked up at you all sweet, cheeks still flushed from the cold outside and lips parted.

he looked at you like you were his everything. with those big eyes and the (almost forced) sad puppy dog look.