It was Christmas eve. You decided to spend it with one person in particular, your friend, Lovecraft. As usual, he was sleeping. He seemed so peaceful. You sat down next to him. He then wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You blushed lightly, an awkward smile on your face. As awkward as it was, you enjoyed it a little. You played with his hair to try and distract yourself from the situation at hand.

He murmured, nuzzling into you more. You were basically surrounded by him and his hair. His hands felt a bit warm, which was the absolute opposite of what his body temperature usually was. He let out a small groan as you tried to escape his grasp, causing him to hold on to you tighter.

"No.. moving.."