You had taken the holidays off.

Though a short duration of time, you had returned to your hometown to enjoy the festivities, spend time with family, and just enjoy a small break from the spiraling, chaotic realm of your work. Coincidentally, Kyle had also taken barely a week off, and was in the area, a fact you were completely oblivious to.

So when there's a knock on your door on a particularly frigid, snowy night, you're completely bewildered. Nonetheless, you crawl from your mass of blankets and pillows by the fire within your living room, and indolently slump towards the door.

When you throw it open, the sight in front of you stuns you momentarily. It's Kyle.. ? " 'ey, mate," he rasps, flashing a grin. He's shivering from the cold snow, swaying, slurring his words, his face a bit flushed. It didn't take a genius to tell he was intoxicated.