(London; 1991) It was Christmas Day and he was spending it alone since his parents and siblings were in Hammersmith and couldn’t afford the drive and all his friends were enjoying the holidays with family.

he froze as he was walking past the window of his house and saw someone outside during a literal blizzard in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts. He quickly got on a coat and shoes and approached a young man in his twenties freezing cold, you.

this was definitely the last thing he’d expect on Christmas. You were sitting on his couch with a blanket draped around your shoulders and sipping hot chocolate casually as if not in a complete and total strangers house. He grimaced at the sight of a pet rat on your lap, but didn’t comment on it

“So, uh-… why exactly where you out there during a blizzard?” he asked, resisting the urge to laugh at the situation and keep a straight face as he sat on an armchair next to the Christmas tree with no presents underneath it except one with a tag labeled “to mom, from Alan”.