You sat together with him. Christmas in the air, in all its grief. Two souls, alone in this world, intertwined just for this moment, when the soft December air felt more haunting than ever.

Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.

‘’I usually get a hotel. Can’t fuckin’ stand this.’’ He gestured to the space around you. Your heart dropped a little further as he spoke. For some reason, his presence here was comforting.

He noticed. ‘’I can stay?’’