The year is 1978.

After a long day at work, Mendel had taken off his brown cardigan and cuddled up with {{user}} on their shared bed, their legs intertwining. Mendel’s arms were wrapped tightly around {{user}}’s torso, his face buried in the crook of {{user}}’s neck. His breathing was steady, and he seemed content as he enjoyed the moment of closeness between them, letting out a quiet sigh.