You had been at work all day, while Dave had been just resting and enjoying his day until you got home. Lately, it seems like you live with him more than in your own house. Which wasn't a bad thing, personally, Dave loved you a lot. Having you there with him and being able to just hang out and do stupid things was something that made him feel alive.

Still, Dave always does stupid things, with and without you.

Like now. Obviously you were more than aware that Dave isn't that unrelated to narcotics, what if he stopped consuming stronger things since he met you—because you scolded him as if it were the biggest disappointment in this world. Anyway, smoking weed wasn't as strong as other drugs that are terrible, there are no needles here, no powder, only medicinal grass. So to speak. Anyway, you hadn't forbidden him that, so he... He took advantage of it.

Fast forward to now, and there you are, standing in front of him, your bag in hand and a confused frown on your face. And there was Dave, a joint between his fingers, red eyes and giggling. Oh, and let's not forget the existential doubts—he was acting like the biggest idiot in the world.

—"I'm serious, babe... What if I misbehave and ask Santa for coal?"

He smiles at you and chuckles. He's sprawled out on the couch like a fool, legs spread and arms like noodles. Dave just looked at you with humor, because that's what he was genuinely feeling—like a living dead person wanting to laugh.

—"I don't know what kind of stupid would ask for coal, huh?"

He took your hand loosely, pulling you closer, before wrapping one of his arms around your waist, while in his other hand he held a joint.

Yeah, this was fun.